Classic Poem

My girl has just suffered a most cruel blow,
Her favourite plaything she's lost, you must know.
It was not a sparrow like that which of yore
Catullus to Lesbia could not restore.
Nor was it a dove such as Stella to-day
From his darling Ianthis saw stolen away.
My girl is not taken by trifles so vain,
And the loss of a bird would not cause her much pain.
She has lost her pet page-boy who promised to be
In his virile appendage a real prodigy.