I Painted Her A Gushing Thing, With Years About A Score; I Little Thought To Find They Were A Least A Dozen More; My Fancy Gave Her Eyes Of Blue, A Curly Auburn Head: I Came To Find The Blue A Green, The Auburn Turned To Red. She Boxed My Ears This Morning, They Tingled Very Much; I Own That I Could Wish Her A Somewhat Lighter Touch; And If You Ask Me How Her Charms Might Be Improved, I Would Not Have Them Added To, But Just A Few Removed! She Has The Bear'S Ethereal Grace, The Bland Hyaena'S Laugh, The Footstep Of The Elephant, The Neck Of A Giraffe; I Love Her Still, Believe Me, Though My Heart Its Passion Hides; "SHe's All My Fancy Painted Her," But Oh! How Much Besides!