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Lyrics of Love and Laughter Maids may vaunt their finer charms — Naught to me like Dinah's arms; Girls may draw, or paint, or sew — I love Dinah kneading dough. Eyes of jet and teeth of pearl, Hair, some say, too tight a-curl; But the dainty maid I deem Very near perfection's dream. Swift she works, and only flings Me a glance — the least of things. And I wonder, does she know That my heart is in the dough? TO A CAPTIOUS CRITIC. DEAR critic, who my lightness so deplores, Would I might study to be prince of bores, Right wisely would I rule that dull estate — But, sir, I may not, till you abdicate. 75