She Does Not Mind A Good Cigar (The Kind, That Is, I Smoke); She Thinks All Men Quite Stupid Are, (But Laughs WheNe'er I Joke). She Says She Does Not Care For Verse (But Praises All I Write); She Says That Punning Is A Curse, (But Then Mine Are So Bright!) She Does Not Like A Big Moustache (You See That Mine Is Small); She Hates A Man With Too Much 'Dash,' (I Scarcely Dash At All!) She Simply Dotes On Hazel Eyes (And Mine, You Note, Are That); She Likes A Man Of Portly Size; (Gad! I Am Getting Fat!) She Says Champagne Is Made To Drink; (In This We Quite Agree!) And All These Symptoms Make Me Think Sweet Kate'S In Love With Me.