HIM!
He dressed hisself from top ter toe To beat the lates' fash'n.He give his boots a extry glow,His dicky glistered like the snow,He slicked his hair exactly so, An' all ter indicate "his pash'n."He tried his hull three ties afore --He kep' the one on that he wore.
HER!
All afternoon she laid abed To make her featturs brighter.She tried on ev'ry geoun she hed,She rasped her nails until she bled,A dozen times she frizzed her head An' put on stuff to make her whiter,An' fussed till she' d 'a' cried, she said,But that 'ld make her eyes so red.
THEM!
They sot together in the dark'Ithout a light, excep' their spark,An' neither could have told er guessedWhat way the t'other un was dressed!
