Call the roller of big cigars;
The muscular one, and bid him whip;
In kitchen cups, concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress;
As they are used to wear, and let the boys;
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet;
On which she embroidered fantails once;
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come;
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.