There was a coquette in Vevey
Who lived very much "the American Way."
She was candid, daring, kind, and gay,
"A tease!" Winterbourne might say,
For he thinks her heart did stray
(With Giovanni down in Rome
he thought her fickle heart at roam).
But dear Daisy, for she couldn't lie,
she loved, lost, then she did die.
And Winterbourne went back t' Geneve
No time to pray or weep or grieve.
And the lesson made of Daisy Miller
Is: a flirt's flirting'll kill her.