Of her Prince Charming she had long dreamed
And now wished to see him, so it seemed.
Into the mirror she looked with delight,
But the Prince she beheld gave her a fright.
She believed in the mirror’s magic spell
That of her future husband it would tell.
He must be tall, and good lineage trace:
But how could he, with such a face?
She was filled with romance, and deemed it good sport
To look in the mirror and see it’s report.
She gazed quite awhile, then a loud voice heard;
“Come do the dishes now, and don’t be absurd.”
The maiden fair had a most romantic soul…
And wished her future husband to behold.
She gazed in the mirror and one glance took-
And beheld her brother kissing the cook.
Postcards courtesy the NYPL