Horst P. Horst (1915)
CAME the great Popinjay
Came the great Popinjay
Smelling his nosegay:
In cages like grots
The birds sang gavottes. '
Herodiade's flea
Was named sweet Amanda,
She danced like a lady
From here to Uganda.
Oh, what a dance was there!
Long-haired, the candle
Salome-like tossed her hair
To a dance tune by Handel.' . . .
Dance they still?
Then came Courtier Death,
Blew out the candle flame
With civet breath.
