The young gamine conquers the monument in her short denim shorts and dainty sabrinas, and in the process provides the world with a most splendid view. Grade "A" goodness.

Never did passenger in summer's heat
More thirst for drink than she for this good turn

The girl sits upon the monument in her bright colours and exposed flesh, wooing the world like a giddy peafowl in search of her proud, handsome peacock.

Another angle, for who can possibly get enough of this ingenuous temptress? And so are all Polish lasses, all ingenous temptresses!

Staring into the distance, twirling her golden locks, exhibiting her endless legs, displaying her perfect arch, and pretending to be lost in thought. Ecce femina!

Her help she sees, but help she cannot get;
She bathes in water, yet her fire must burn

'O, pity,' 'gan she cry, 'flint-hearted boy!
'Tis but a kiss I beg; why art thou coy?

Yes, mind the wind, young wench, for your skirt is quite short and we'd really hate for you to show us even more than you're already showing. *sarcasm*

'I have been woo'd, as I entreat thee now,
Even by the stern and direful god of war

Whose sinewy neck in battle ne'er did bow,
Who conquers where he comes in every jar

Yet hath he been my captive and my slave,
And begg'd for that which thou unask'd shalt have

'Over my altars hath he hung his lance,

His batter'd shield, his uncontrolled crest

The little lassie in the green is such a damn cutie. Nothing quite says "fresh field lass" like milky smooth skin on a petite body enshrouded in a summer dress.

And for my sake hath learn'd to sport and dance,
To toy, to wanton, dally, smile and jest

Scorning his churlish drum and ensign red,
Making my arms his field, his tent my bed.