Bessie hath a dimpled chin, Mouth with smile upon it, Eyes of blue to glory in, But -- she hath a bonnet. That's the only thing I see When she dares to don it; Climax of all witchery Lies in Bessie's bonnet. Yet, though I have sung the spell Oft in many a sonnet, To this day I cannot tell One thing that is on it. Were it off her dainty head, Who would care to con it? She's the charm, when all is said, Of her dainty bonnet. |