Ellis Parker Butler (5 December 1869 - 13 September 1937 / Muscatine / Iowa / United States)
When with me the play she goes,
I much admire the buds and bows
And all that on Kate’s headgear grows.
But when some other night I see
That hat between the stage and me,
My taste and Kate’s do not agree.
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