ROMANTICISM A LA MODE 

The child who, as you know, once wrote to Goethe, 

Wanting to make him fancy that he loved her, 
Went to the theatre one fine day. 
A Uniform then stalked her way 
And came towards her. with a friendly smile. 
“Kind Sir, Bettina wishes, for a while, 
Smitten with sweet desire, to rest 
Her curly head upon your breast.” 
The Uniform then answered rather drily, 
“Bettina, that is up to you entirely!” 
“Sweetie,” she answered in a trice, 
“Of course you’re sure I have no lice?”