Millinerymania

Did you ever see such sights? Such frizzly, frazzly frights As now the lovely fair Insist that they must wear? And, say, Did you ever, in your feeble way, Attempt to calculate What it must be to keep one on straight? Heavens to Betsy, no slob Could get away with such a job! That’s why no man Could wear the hat a woman can And does, and thinks She’s not at all gezinx. Wow, Ain’t they the dowdydow? The hats, not the women. The Autumn Lid, Deliriously displayed, Has got the Merry Wid Screaming screams for aid. Police! Police! Call out the cops To save the ladies From their tops. Oh, woman, in your hours of ease, Uncertain, coy and hard to please, Who ever gave you lids like these? Who is it has designed Such cover for your mind? This framework in a rag? This millinery jag? Who done it? Who Should get the fearful due? However, it’s no matter Who is the women’s hatter, They wear the goods! And say, On the level, Don’t they Look like the dickens? Gee whiz, Why look pazziz, When a woman’s as pretty as a woman is?