Sonnet Of Bonnet

I'm a charming Kaster bonnet. And I liourish ia the Sprint?, V Iii'ii, with many a soulful sonnet, l'oets of my praises sing; lm aa neat aa a dalsy, I make all the girls crazy, i And the liidies confess I 'm a cute little thlng.1 SIIE WHO WEAKS IT. What a darlinif, precious bonnet, With its pretty buds and bowsl I have set my heart upon it, l'ur its handsome as a rose. , It makes me look v tiisti, But my "hub" will be churlisb,' When he gazes upon the big bill, 1 supposu. HE WHO PAYS FOR IT. Fifty dollars lor a bonnet; Well. that really knoeks me tlat; For the Üutfy stuff that's on it Is enouffh to seare a cat. No wonder there's swearing NVben women are wearing A postage-stamp head-gear and cali it a hat.