Hat and Feather


Smiling as a rose in bloom,
In a dainty Hat and Plume,
Here's a maid. I often meet,
Gaily walking on the street.

Skirt of yellow silken stuff,
Hands within a tiny muff,
Coat of velvet, trimmed with fur,
Tell me what you think of her?

Bright above each dainty shoe
Peep her hose of scarlet hue;
While her ribands here and there,
Flutter in the wintry air.

With her eyes of tender blue,
Shining like the morning dew;
Pretty lass with golden hair
Is she kind, as she is fair?