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Show . ODK TO THK GIRL Little girl, you are so small, Don't you wear no clothes at all? Don't you wear no shimmy shirt? Don't you wear no "petti" skirt? Just your corsets and your hose Are those all your underclothes? Little girl, you look so slight When I see you in the light. With your skirts cut rather high Won't you catch a cold and die? Arn't you 'frald to show your calf? It must make the fellows laugh! Little girl, what is the cause? Why your clothes all made of gauze? Don't you wear no undervest When you go out fully dressed? Do you like those peek-a-boos, 'Stead of normal underclothes? Little girl, your 'spenders show When the sunshine plays just so. I can see your tinted flesh Through your thinnest gown, of mesh Is it modest, do you s'pose, Not to wear no underclothes? I can see way past your throat To a region most remote; 'Taint my fault, now don't suppose. Why not wear some underclothes? Little girl your socks have shoals Of those tiny little holes; ' Why you want to show your limb I do not know is it a whim? Do you want to catch the eye Of each fellow passing by? Little girl, where is the charm In your long, uncovered arm? v And the "V" behind your neck ' Is it for the birds to peck? Little girl, I tell you those Are not as nice as underclothes. v Little girl, now listen here: You would be just twice aa dear If you cover up your charms N'erk. back, legs and both your arms. I would take you to some shows If you'd wear some underclothes: Rut no lover goodness knows Wants a girl "sans" underclothes. Little girl, your mystery. Loving charms and modesty Are what make lis fellows keen To possess a little queen. S'pose I wore some harem pants. Or no shirt, like all my aunts, ' Or a ringlet through my nose ' They'd arrest me, don't you s'pose. ' i I must wear a coat of mail. Clothed from head to big toe nail; I must cover up my form. Even when the weather's warm. Hartford (Michigan) Day Spring. |