And, presenting his heart with his banker's account,
Found the love that he sought was in inverse amount;
And the poor little curate, who called the next day,
Was received in a very encouraging way, -
He was snubbed by papa, scarce he 'd entered the door,
And asked by Ma'm'selle why he 'd not come before.
All people admit that a man is tres-bete
Not to marry a fortune qui tombe sur la tete,
So our good little priest, to his praise be it said,
Murmured grace, and then followed where Danae led.
Thus endeth the tale of our Danae's wooing
With a dozen best men and conventional cooing.
And the moral is short, with a double intent:
To papas: Never fetter young Danae's bent.
To Zeus: When you come you must come in disguise
If you wish to find grace in our Danae's eyes.
And, my dear Danae, my last moral for thee:
If you 're rich and want poverty, please send for me.
Z.