A LITTLE Pull-Back sought one day The gates of Paradise; Saint Peter wiped his spectacles And rubbed his ancient eyes. And throngs of female angels came With curious gaze the while, Intent, as ladies always are, To see the latest style. The saint put on his glasses then -- An observation took; "What! what!" he said, "this traverses The laws of 'mustn't look.' "Tied up in front! Piled up behind! 'T will never do, I fear! The thing is too ridiculous -- You cannot enter here." What did she do? My curious friend, She got behind a tree; And in a jiffy she was dressed As angels ought to be. Saint peter kissed her then, and said: "Pass in, my little dear; But mind, you mustn't introduce Such naughty fashions here." |