AT WHAT ARE YOU SMILING, PRETTY LADY?
At what are you smiling, pretty lady?
Is it some reflection in the shop glass
That inspires your smile, dear lady?
I saw it on your face, from ear to ear
And I thought it such remarkable cheer
A display of nothing less than twenty
Perfect teeth, in rows of happy plenty
That made me wonder just what, sweet lady,
had been in your thoughts as you swiftly passed
At what were you smiling, good m'lady?