Your pen needs but a ruffle To be Pavlova whirling. It surely is a scalawag A-scamping down the page. A pretty little May-wind The morning buds uncurling. And then the white sweet Russian, The dancer of the age. Your pen’s the Queen of Sheba, Such serious questions bringing, That merry rascal Solomon Would show a sober face:— And then again Pavlova To set our spirits singing, The snowy-swan bacchante All glamour, glee and grace.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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