| A FRESH sweet-scented beauty Came tripping down the street;
 She was as fair a vision
 As you might chance to meet.
 A masher raised his cady
 (I don’t want to be rude)
 He raised it to the lady—
 That fresh sweet-scented dude.
 
They met and talked and simperedAnd giggled in the street;
 They were as bright a vision
 As you might wish to meet.
 I don’t know what they’re good for,
 But don’t want to be rude
 To the fair sweet-scented beauty
 Or the well-upholstered dude.
 
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