Chloe's hair, no doubt, was brighter
Lydia's mouth more sweetly sad
Hebe's arms were rather whiter
Languorous-lidded Helen had
Eyes more blue than e'er the sky was
Lalage's was subtler stuff
Still, you used to think that I was
Fair enough
Now you're casting yearning glances
At the pale Penelope
Cutting in on Claudia's dances
Taking Iris out to tea
Iole you find warm-hearted
Zoe's cheek is far from rough
Don't you think it's time we parted?
Fair enough!