Fair Eve devised a walking-suit
Of jungle grasses, soft and crimpy;
She thought it rather neat and cute
Till Adam grunted, "Pretty skimpy!" A cloak of palm-leaves, sought for miles,
She made, and came to be admired;
But Adam said, "The silly styles
You women wear just make me tired!" She built herself a little hat
Of lilies (Eve was very clever),
And asked him what he thought of that?
And Adam blurted, "Well, I never!" So next she placed upon her head
A feathered three-by-four Creation.
The little word that Adam said
Is barred from parlor conversation. Yet Eve refused to be a dowd,
And tied an autumn-tinted sash on.
"I'll dress to please myself!" she vowed,
"For what does Adam know of fashion? "What use to seek applause from him?
He scoffs and says I cannot reason!
Well, then, my law shall be my whim--
And that shall change with every season." Since when, revolving cycles bring
The gayest fashions and the queerest;
And Eve declares, "It's just the thing!"
While Adam murmurs, "Is it, dearest?"