Little Chinchilla.
A Skating Song.

She wears the shortest skirts,1
                        
                        And shows the whitest frilling ;2
                        
                        She looks, as Queen of Flirts,3
                        
                        Miraculously killing !4
                        
                        She’ll skim the thinnest ice,5
                        
                        As light as Queen Camilla ;16
                        
                        She looks supremely nice—7
                        
                        My little pet Chinchilla !8
                        O, should the gracious fates,9
                        
                        But deign to be propitious ;10
                        
                        I strap her fairy skates11
                        
                        On furry boots delicious.12
                        
                        Her willing hand I take,13
                        
                        In spite of Aunt Priscilla,14
                        
                        Then speed I o’er the lake,15
                        
                        With little love Chinchilla !16
                        The sleekest otter-cuffs,17
                        
                        The rosiest of real skin ;18
                        
                        The sable-est of muffs,19
                        
                        The softest gloves of seal-skin,20
                        
                        The quaintest hose with  ‘ clocks,’21
                        
                        A  ‘ cloud’ like a mantilla,22
                        
                        The velvetest of frocks—23
                        
                        Wears little sweet Chinchilla !24
                        * Camilla, queen of the Volsci, was so light and swift of foot that she could run
                           
over a field of corn without bending the blades, and make her way over the sea with-
out wetting her feet. See Virgil’s ‘ Æneid,’ Book VII.
                        over a field of corn without bending the blades, and make her way over the sea with-
out wetting her feet. See Virgil’s ‘ Æneid,’ Book VII.

The warmth of her regard25
                        
                        I take as sort of token ;26
                        
                        Although ’tis freezing hard,27
                        
                        Our social ice is broken !28
                        
                        Coquettish in her furs,29
                        
                        She minds not my manilla ;30
                        
                        Ah !  what a glance is hers,31
                        
                        My little dear Chinchilla !32
                        She’ll figure, glide, and twirl,33
                        
                        And worry the officials ;34
                        
                        She’ll cut out ev’ry girl35
                        
                        As easy as initials !36
                        
                        O, I could skate for miles,37
                        
                        Or dance a seguidilla,38
                        
                        Cheered by the sunny smiles39
                        
                        Of little smart Chinchilla !40
                        Had I enough a year41
                        
                        To find my sweet in sable,42
                        
                        To wrap my dainty dear43
                        
                        In ermine were I able ;44
                        
                        Had I a longer purse,45
                        
                        A neat suburban villa,46
                        
                        For better or for worse,47
                        
                        I’d take my pet Chinchilla !48