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No. 3 - Song - Marquis - "A Perfect Wife."
| Marquis: | If summer skies were always blue And ev'ry day the sun were shining, D'you realize that I and you For April show'rs would soon be pining? If ne'er a wind should softly stir The ocean's placid ebb and flowing, I think you'd find we'd much prefer A hurricane to start a-blowing. For you'll agree there's nothing worse Than dull monotony in life; And it must be a perfect curse To wed a really perfect wife. |
| Were ev'ry flow'r an orchid rare That critics overwhelm with praises, There'd come an hour when, I declare, We'd long to pick a bunch of daisies. Were ev'ry meal a banquet fine That set all epicures a-flutter, Then we should feel our tastes incline To simple bread and cheese and butter. For man, you see, is most perverse, He wants variety in life; So it must be a perfect curse To wed a really perfect wife. |
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Page modified 6 January 2017