Your House Of Hair, And Lady'S Hand, At First Did Put Me To A Stand. I Have It Now - 'Tis Plain Enough - Your Hairy Business Is A Muff. Your Engine Fraught With Cooling Gales, At Once So Like Your Masts And Sails; Your Thing Of Various Shape And Hue Must Be Some Painted Toy, I Knew; And For The Rhyme To You're The Man, What Fits It Better Than A Fan?