Daffy-Down-Dilly

’Twas a green velvet gown That he wanted me to wear, With a yellow satin ribbon In my rough brown hair.

But his flame burned down And then he turned cold; And he sent for the Parson, Who called me bold.

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So I’ve come down with my velvet gown To earn my living in Evil-Town. But I think I was ever more mad than bad, And I’d very much rather be good and glad....

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Frowsy thing With a broken wing! Hark to the queer little songs she’ll sing! Drowsy thing!