Such Oranges! So Fresh And Sweet, So Large And Lovely - And So Cheap! They Lay In One Delicious Heap, And Added To The Sumptuous Feast For Each And All In Taste Expert The Acme Of All Fine Dessert; So, Singling Out The Very Least As In Itself An Ample Treat, While Sparkling Repartee And Jest Exhilarated Host And Guest, Of Rarity So Delicate In Dreamy Reverie I Ate, By Magic Pinions As It Were Transported From This Realm Of Snows To Be A Happy Sojourner Away Down Where The Orange Grows; Amid The Bloom, The Verdure, And The Beauty Of That Tropic Land, While Redolence Seemed Wafted In From Orchard-Groves Of Mandarin. In Dinner Costume A La Mode, Expressing From The Spongy Skin The Nectar That Ran Down Her Chin In Little Rills Of Lusciousness, Sat Maud, The Beautiful Coquette; Her Dainty Mouth, Like "Two Lips" Wet With Morning Dew, Her Crimson Dress, A Sad Discoloration Showed Where Orange-Juice - It Was A Sin! - A Polka-Dot Had Painted In; Which Moved The Roguish Girl To Say Half-Ruefully (Half-D'Collet') - "I'm Glad It's Leap Year Now, For I - " Her Voice Was Like A Moistened Lute "Shall Wear The Flowers, By And By - I Do Not Like This Leaky Fruit!" And Looking Straight And Saucily At Cousin Ned, Her Vis-A-Vis; While Will, Who Never Dared Propose, Was Blushing Like A Red, Red Rose. The Company Was Large, And She Touched Elbows With The Exquisite, Gay Archibald, Who Took Her Wit And Pertness All As Meant For Him; Who, Thereby Lifted Some Degrees Above Less-Favored Devotees, With Rainbow Sails Began To Trim His Craft Of Sweet Felicity; So Mirth In Reckless Afterlude Convulsed The Merry Multitude, Who Laughed At Archie'S Self-Esteem, And Pitied Will'S Long-Cherished Dream; While All Declared, For Her And Ned - His Face Was Like A Silver Tray - The Wedding-Banquet Should Be Spread Before A Twelvemonth Passed Away. But, Ah, The Sequel - Blind Were We To Woman And Her Strategy! For He So Long Afraid To Speak Bore Off The Bride Within A Week.