The Poetry Corner

Dainty Dora

By Edward Smyth Jones

TO D. M. M. Greeks once sang a lovely song To their maiden Cora; But my lay floats soft along To my Dainty Dora. Frenchmen sing of Anne Belle, Romans sang of Flora; But I sing my song to tell Of my Dainty Dora. Scotchmen sing their songs to move Mary or Debora; But I sing my song of love - Love for Dainty Dora. Poets now a song may give Psyche or Lenora; But I'll sing long as I live Just for Dainty Dora!