How grimly do petunias look
on things not listed in the book
For these dear creatures never move
outside the academic groove.
They mark with sharp and moral eye
phenomena that pass them by
And classify as good or evil
mammoth whale or tiny weevil.
They note with consummate disdain
all that is masculine or plain
They blush down to their tender roots
when men pass by in working boots
All honest language shocks them so
they cringe to hear a rooster crow
Of course they say that good clean fun’s
permissible for every one
But find that even Blindman’s Bluff
is noisy and extremely rough
AND—
(Stage whisper.)—Not quite innocent enough!