One afternoon Lily was having an ice cream dream, A young man with a glossy moustache approached her ingratiating and clean. He took her for a walk in the park, inserted his finger in her glove, He took her to his apartment and to her he made love. The next morning before going out he presented her with a ruffled peignoir of gin, After that each morning she read ladies' magazines In the afternoon she entertained gentlemen on her bed, The young man gave way to an older man with a heavy beard. Under the influence of a lecture from a passing senator she decided to reform, She was placed in a back bedroom with bars like a prison dorm. She gave birth to a defective infant placed in an orphanage overfull And as she lost her freshness on the streets the punters she pulled. She was continually harassed by masculine women in black bonnets trying to set her free, Just before her twentieth birthday she died a loathsome disease.