The Watermelon Waltz

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Pick a flower,

Any flower,

Take it to the Eiffel Tower

Squeeze a lemon, sweet or sour;

Whiff up the smelling salts—

It’s time that we were dancing to the watermelon waltz.

 

Need I ask it?

Take a basket,

Polish old Abe Lincoln’s casket,

Spruce it up and then re-task it,

Serve up some chocolate malts,

And then we’ll all be dancing to the watermelon waltz.

 

Quick! be nimble,

Grab a tibrel,

Swig some cider from a thimble,

Ring the bell and clang the cymbal—

The boy, he won’t play false,

So grab his hands and whirl into the watermelon waltz.

 

Summer pastry,

Berry pasty,

Bites of life are rather tasty,

Music that makes toesies hasty

Begins before it halts—

You’ll be delighted that you tried the watermelon waltz!

 

 

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