Down the lane driven
by the rue on the row
cross the bay
'neath the show
past the square
as you go

is a simple plot
and a charming home;
by the most delightful
Derry-a-Dilly owned

Laced up
from the waist up
to her ledges
and just a tick
Miss Bethica of Ethica
with her tresses thick

stood in the heat
of a kitchen there
mixing up a sugar brew
without any other care

No copper kettle witch
ever cast a better spell
Than the drawing effect
of her cast iron kitchen's smell

From city streets
and towers tall
in unclad feet
came one and all
to find the finest
of her treats
made by the queen
of steam and sweets

The front room store
was polished and clean
with furniture of cherry,
velvet and porcelain
There the cases
were well laid out
with lollies and steamtac
and salt-rum taffy now

Hazelnut eyes
soaked in cream
cherry red lips
and a corset of steam

No bobby blue or
dapper dandy
could ever pass up
her Steampunk candy