THAT SUMMER GIRL

She's the jauntiest of creatures, she's the daintiest of misses--
    With her pretty patent leathers or her alligator ties,
With her eyes inviting glances and her lips inviting kisses,
    As she wanders by the ocean or strolls under country skies.

She's a trifle sentimental, and she's fond of admiration,
    And she sometimes flirts a little in the season's giddy whirl;
But win her if you can, sir, she may prove your life's salvation,
    For an angel masquerading oft she is--the summer girl.

                                                     --Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

The Fayetteville Observer 24 Jul. 1890: 4.

Courtesy of John M. Freiermuth.


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