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UPON the Kerb, a maiden neat —

Her hazel eyes are passing sweet —

There stands and waits in dire distress:

The muddy road is pitiless,

And 'busses thunder down the street!

A snowy skirt, all frill and pleat;

Two tiny, well-shod, dainty feet

Peep out, beneath her kilted dress,

Upon the Kerb!

She'll first advance and then retreat,

Half frightened by a hansom fleet.

She looks around, I must confess,

With marvellous coquettishness! —

Then droops her eyes and looks discreet,

Upon the Kerb!