“They sometimes call ’em duckies, they sometimes call ’em pets,
And sometimes they refer to ’em as dears
They live on little matters that a gentleman forgets,
In a little world of giggles and of tears;
There are different varieties from which a man may choose,
There are sorts and shapes and sizes without end,
But the kind I’d pick myself is the kind you introduce
By the simple title of ‘my lady friend.’ ”
“Chorus, Baron!” And then he trolled in waltz time this edifying refrain—
“My lady friend, my lady friend!