Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922.
By. Lewis CarrollMy Fancy
I
With years perhaps a score;
I little thought to find they were
At least a dozen more;
My fancy gave her eyes of blue,
A curly, auburn head;
I came to find the blue a green,
The auburn turned to red.
They tingled very much;
I own that I could wish her
A somewhat lighter touch;
And if you were to ask me how
Her charms might be improved,
I would not have them added to,
But just a few removed!
The bland hyena’s laugh,
The footstep of the elephant,
The neck of the giraffe.
I love her still, believe me,
Though my heart its passion hides;
“She is all my fancy painted her,”
But, oh, how much besides!