His voice is like a turtle dove's
And he always wears the "cutest" gloves.
At playing ping-pong he's inured,
And his finger-nails are manicured.
He uses powder on his face
And his handkerchiefs are trimmed with lace;
He loves to play progressive euchre
And spend his papa's hard-earned lucre.
He wears an air of nonchalance
And always takes in every dance.