Chatting ladies of youth are one of lovely Tivoli's flowers,

Talking about nothing than the material world of desire,

The life they live sweet, innocent and kind in manner,

Snobbish in some, playful in words and action with others,

They laugh in pure luxury, rich in scene,

Youthful in beauty and through their hearts it seems,

Enthusiastic within the comforts of the high walls,

never seeing the cruelty of the world that rises and falls,

Their dream and fantasy's linger as it dances for a while.