God’s Richest Blessing
Backward, turn backward, Oh, time in your flight,
Give us a maiden with skirts not so tight
Give us a girl whose charms many or few,
Are not exposed by so much peek-a-boo.
Give us a maiden no matter what age,
Who won’t use the street for a vaudeville stage.
Give us a girl not so sharply in view,
Dress her in skirts that the sun won’t shine through.
Then give us the dances of days long gone by,
With plenty of clothes and steps not so high.
Take away turkey-trot, capers, and butter-milk glide
The hurdy-gurdy twist, and wiggle-tail slide.
Then let us feast our tired optics once more
On a genuine woman as sweet as of yore.
Yes time, please turn back and grant our request,
For God’s richest blessing, but not one undressed.
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