VI.‘ LIZA

‘ LIZA'S old man's perhaps a little shady,

‘ LIZA'S old woman's prone to booze and cringe;

But‘ LIZA deems herself a perfect lady,

And proves it in her feathers and her fringe.

For‘ LIZA has a bloke her heart to cheer,

With pearlies and a barrer and a jack,

So all the vegetables of the year

Are duly represented on her back.

Her boots are sacrifices to her hats,

Which knock you speechless — like a load of bricks!

Her summer velvets dazzle WANSTEAD FLATS,

And cost, at times, a good eighteen-and-six.

Withal, outside the gay and giddy whirl,

‘ LIZA'S a stupid, straight, hard-working girl.