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No. 20 - Song - Mrs. Bright - "Little Zo-Zo."
| Mrs. Bright: | When I was as young as you girls are, I was famous as a circus star; Shouts resounding hailed me, bounding Through the circle or above the bar. |
| Chorus: | Through the circle or above the bar. |
| Mrs. Bright: | I could captivate a foreign king, And he promised any mortal thing — Diamond brooches, four-horse coaches — All his property except a ring. |
| Chorus: | All his property except a ring. |
| Mrs. Bright: | Zo-zo, Zo-zo, I was little Zo-zo, That's a name that nobles used to know; When I tossed my hair back, Boldly riding bare-back, All of them were after little Zo-zo-zo. |
| Chorus: | Zo-zo, Zo-zo, pretty little Zo-zo, That's a name that nobles used to know; When she tossed her hair back, Boldly riding bare-back, All of them were after little Zo-zo-zo. |
| Mrs. Bright: | But I wouldn't take a coach and team, I was satisfied with love's young dream, And he gave me, to enslave me, Only roses and a pink ice cream; |
| Chorus: | Only roses and a pink ice cream; |
| Mrs. Bright: | But his passion seemed to take a chill, For he vanished, and I mourn him still, Sad and lonely, keeping only Wither'd roses and the florist's bill, |
| Chorus: | Wither'd roses and the florist's bill, |
| Mrs. Bright: | Zo-zo, Zo-zo, lovely little Zo-zo, Darling, how could you desert me so? I whom thou adorest Had to pay the florist, Which was rather rough on little Zo-zo-zo. |
| Chorus: | Zo-zo, Zo-zo, lovely little Zo-zo, How could you, a king, desert her so? She that thou adorest Had to pay the florist, Which was rather rough on little Zo-zo-zo. |
| Mrs. Bright: | The moral is this, my dear young girls: When you're courted by these kings or earls, If you're knowing, take what's going — Horses, carriages, and rows of pearls. |
| Chorus: | Horses, carriages, and rows of pearls. |
| Mrs. Bright: | Love in cottages is nice in books; With its nightingales and purling brooks, Though so pretty, it's a pity, They won't keep you when you lose your looks, |
| Chorus: | They won't keep you when you lose your looks, |
| Mrs. Bright: | Zo-zo, Zo-zo, think of little Zo-zo, How she let her little chances go; If a king would stray in, Mind you make him weigh in — Don't you be a little fool, like Zo-zo-zo. |
| Chorus: | Zo-zo, Zo-zo, we'll remember Zo-zo, How she let her little chances go; If a king would stray in, Won't we make him weigh in — We will not be left like little Zo-zo-zo. |
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Page modified 2 January 2017