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SHREDS AND PATCHES.
I can play the piano, and banjo, and sing
The latest love songs, and all that sort of thing.
My German is perfect; my French is divine;
I paint like a dream, and in literature shine.
I'm fond of the opera, but never would go
Unless I'd a box in the very front row.
I dote, too, on flowers; a corsage bouquet
Of the rarest of roses I'd have every day.
I'd take two French maids, and a "femme de coiffure;"
And since walking is common, I ne'er could endure
To stir from the house without horses and carriage.
So you see, my dear man, if I'm tempted to marriage,
It will be quite important for you to appear
On the scene with—well well—just thirty thousand a year.
The latest love songs, and all that sort of thing.
My German is perfect; my French is divine;
I paint like a dream, and in literature shine.
I'm fond of the opera, but never would go
Unless I'd a box in the very front row.
I dote, too, on flowers; a corsage bouquet
Of the rarest of roses I'd have every day.
I'd take two French maids, and a "femme de coiffure;"
And since walking is common, I ne'er could endure
To stir from the house without horses and carriage.
So you see, my dear man, if I'm tempted to marriage,
It will be quite important for you to appear
On the scene with—well well—just thirty thousand a year.
