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.