First
When this yokel comes maundering,
Whetting his hacker,
I shall run before him,
Diffusing the civilest
Out of geraniums and unsmelled flowers.
It will check him.
Second GirlI shall run before him,
Arching cloths besprinkled with
As small as fish-eggs.
The
Will abash him.
Third
Oh, la…le pauvre!
I shall run before him,
With a curious puffing.
He will bend his ear then.
I shall
Heavenly labials in a world of gutturals.
It will undo him.
