The Diva of the Empire

Under the great hat Greenaway,

Showing the burst of a smile,

Of a laugh charming and fresh

Of a surprised baby who sighs,

Little girl with velvety eyes,

It's the Diva of the Empire.

It's the queen of whom become enamoured

The gentlemen

And all the dandys

Of Piccadilly.

In only a "yes" she puts so much sweetness

That all the snobs in waistcoats to heart,

Welcome her with frenetic hurrahs,

On the stage toss wreaths of flowers,

Without noticing the mocking laugh

Of her sweet little face.

She dances almost automatically

And lifts up, oh very modestly,

Her underthings of frills and furbelows,

Of her legs showing the quivering.

It is at the same time very very innocent

And very very exciting.