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| FAIR Eve devised a walking-suit | |
| Of jungle grasses, soft and crimpy; | |
| She thought it rather neat and cute | |
| Till Adam grunted, “Pretty skimpy!” | |
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| A cloak of palm-leaves, sought for miles, | 5 |
| She made, and came to be admired; | |
| But Adam said, “The silly styles | |
| You women wear just make me tired!” | |
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| She built herself a little hat | |
| Of lilies (Eve was very clever), | 10 |
| And asked him what he thought of that? | |
| And Adam blurted, “Well, I never!” | |
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| So next she placed upon her head | |
| A feathered three-by-four Creation.— | |
| The little word that Adam said | 15 |
| Is barred from parlor conversation. | |
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| Yet Eve refused to be a dowd, | |
| And tied an autumn-tinted sash on. | |
| “I’ll dress to please myself!” she vowed, | |
| “For what does Adam know of fashion? | 20 |
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| “What use to seek applause from him? | |
| He scoffs and says I cannot reason! | |
| Well, then, my law shall be my whim— | |
| And that shall change with every season.” | |
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| Since when, revolving cycles bring | 25 |
| The gayest fashions and the queerest; | |
| And Eve declares, “It’s just the thing!” | |
| And Adam murmurs, “Is it, dearest?” | |
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