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