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No. 11 - Entrance of School Girls
| Girls: | We are six little misses From a French girls' school, An embodiment of blisses In our costumes cool, If our faces do not dimple At the sights we see It's because we're not so simple As we seem to be. Though as dainty little dumb things We are bound to pose, We could teach our mothers some things If we only chose And we're very much admired But we all agree That we're feeling rather tired And we want our tea. |
| Madame Amelie: | To see you safe and sound, dear girls, I'm glad Of slight fatigue I hope you feel no traces, A nice improving walk I'm sure you've had, Of course you've been to no forbidden places. I trust that as you promenaded through The streets of Paris and its gay environs You treated all the men who stared at you As impudent Don Juans or Lord Byrons. |
| Girls: | We are six little misses From a school, you know And our first appearance this is In a studio, So you mustn't be astounded At the things we say, For simplicity unbounded We of course display. Exclamations we may utter At the tales we hear But we're not so bread and butter As we all appear, If you'll promise not to flatter In a style too free We will stop and have a chatter And a cup of tea. |
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Page created 29 September 2016