Under the great hat Greenaway,
 Showing the burst of a smile,
 Of a laugh charming and fresh
 Of a surprised baby who sighs,
 Little girl with velvety eyes,
 It's the Diva of the Empire.
 It's the queen of whom become enamoured
 The gentlemen
 And all the dandys
 Of Piccadilly.
 
 In only a "yes" she puts so much sweetness
 That all the snobs in waistcoats to heart,
 Welcome her with frenetic hurrahs,
 On the stage toss wreaths of flowers,
 Without noticing the mocking laugh
 Of her sweet little face.
 
 She dances almost automatically
 And lifts up, oh very modestly,
 Her underthings of frills and furbelows,
 Of her legs showing the quivering.
 It is at the same time very very innocent
 And very very exciting.