Ode to leg hair

I wandered lonely as a Duck
That floats on high o'er vales and Hills,
When all at once I saw a ruck,
A host, of thick black hairy Frills
Beside the Calf, beneath the knees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on a sparkly bangle,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of an ankle:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in hirsute dance.

The thighs beneath them danced; but they
Out-did the jiggling thighs in glee:-
A Woolley Mammoth could not but be gay
In such a pilose company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What hair the show to me had brought:

For oft when on my bristles I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the thick, black Frills.