Just a multitude of curls,
Weighing down a little head;
Two wide eyes, not blue nor gray,
Like the sky 'twixt night and day,
Small red mouth and all to say,
Has been sold.

Just a saucy word or glance
And a hand held out to kiss;
Just a curl a ribbon through
Just a flower fresh and blue,
And to think what men will do
Just for this!