Dorothy Demure

O’ why is Dorothy so demure,

     So pensive and lowly and meek?

Her eyes are cast down, her lashes of brown

     Steal close to her velvety cheek.

For Dorothy’s rich, and Dorothy has

     Everything that a made can desire;

She’s lovers a score, and jewels galore,

     And a form which the gods might admire.

Now Dorothy’s neither demure nor shy,

     She’s lively and quite debonair;

She dances and flirts in her bicycle skirts,

     And causes her beaus to despair.

But Dick, her best fellow, is far, far away,

     And wants a new photograph quick;

So she’s posing today in that angelic way,

     For she knows ‘twill be pleasing to Dick.

Feb. 12, 1900