BOREAS
Then rustles off, just as he came,
As if in search of larger game.
As if in search of larger game.
The clothes on line, with fluttering tapes,
He twists into the queerest shapes;
He twists into the queerest shapes;
John's trousers white, so lank and flat,
Look suddenly puffed out with fat,
Look suddenly puffed out with fat,
And dance a can-can on the breeze,
In rhythm with the swaying trees.
In rhythm with the swaying trees.
My hose, that clothe a shapely calf,
Look fit to cover a giraffe;
Look fit to cover a giraffe;
My best white skirt with flounce of lace
He deftly wrenches from its place,
He deftly wrenches from its place,
And tosses it adown the glen,
For me to find as best I can,
For me to find as best I can,
Then whistles in hilarious mood,
In manner too extremely rude.
In manner too extremely rude.
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