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AD PYRRHAM / Horace: Book I, Ode 5. / _"Quis multa gracilis te puer in rosa"_
What lady-like youth in his wild aberrations / Is putting cologne on his brow? / For whom are the puffs and the blond transformations? / I wonder who's kissing you now.
[Footnote: Paraphraser's note: Horace beat the modern song / writers to this. The translation is literal / enough -- "Quis.gracilis te puer.urget? ".]
Tee hee! I must laugh when I think of his finish, / Not wise to your ways and your rep. / Ha! ha! how his fancy for you will diminish! / I know, for I'm Jonathan Hep.