(a) And Don’t Forget Your Corset-Cover, Either
And why, in God’s name, is that elegant bureau
Standing out here in the woods and dark?
Because, in God’s name, it would create a furor
If such a Victorian piece were left in the middle of Central Park,
To corrupt the morals of young and old
With its marble top and drawer-pulls gilt gold
And rosewood elaborately scrolled,
And would you, in truth, want your own young sister to see it
in the park?
But she knows all about it, her mother has told her,
And besides, these days, she is getting much older,
And in God’s name, why is that bureau left in the woods?
All right, I’ll tell you why. It has as much right there as you or I,
For the woods are God’s temple, and even a bureau has moods.
But why, in God’s name, is that elegant bureau left all alone in
the woods?
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