Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3810/Amanda
When the thunders are still and the tempests are furledThere are sights of all sorts in this wonderful world;But the best of all sights in the season of hayIs Amanda Volanda McKittrick O'Dea.
She can toss it as other girls toss up a cap,And her eyes have a glow that can dry the green sap;She's as good as the sun's most beneficent ray,Is Amanda Volanda McKittrick O'Dea.
Oh, her smile is a treat and her frown is the deuce;She can always say "hiss me" or "bo" to a goose;When she gives you her hand she just melts you away,Does Amanda Volanda McKittrick O'Dea.
In a field of soft clover I marked her one night,And her foot it was dainty, her step it was light,And I laughed to myself to behold her so gay,Miss Amanda Volanda McKittrick O'Dea.
Then the sound of her voice from December to JuneAnd from June to December is always a tune;All the elves when they hear it stop short in their playFor Amanda Volanda McKittrick O'Dea.
When she sits on her chair like a queen on her throneShe has beautiful manners entirely her own;But you'd better take care what you venture to sayTo Amanda Volanda McKittrick O'Dea.
P.S.—Since I managed to write the aboveI've been round to her house and I've offered my love;And she laughed and made jokes, but she didn't say nay,My Amanda Volanda McKittrick O'Dea. R. C. L.