A PLAYTIME QUEEN'S QUARRY
Way down her back
her dark hair streamed.
It was every night
the young boy dreamed
of his one true friend
the Jackdaw Quarry queen.
In the Jackdaw Quarry
the two of them played.
Visions of the girl
with him have stayed.
His memories of her
shall not go fade.
Yes down her back
her dark her streamed,
and how her eyes
to the boy gleamed.
But long ago flew
the Jackdaw Quarry queen.
SMOKE AND CLOUDS
Both had jobs at the factory
which churned out black-smoke.
"I sure think you're the girl for me,"
coughed aloud the guy, "no joke !"
Now the two are a so-happy pair,
high as white-clouds in the air.
THE DOWN-AT-HEEL DOLLY
She'd like to be a call-girl,
live in fairytale Amsterdam;
lie in bed much of the day
with some wealthy man.
She'd like to be a call-girl
and not have to walk the street
in a dull poor people's town.
Spend less time on her feet !
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