And he winked his eye A bit-bit-bit, That giddy and gay tom-tit-tit-tit. 

She donned a stiff collar and fancy shirt,

And she wore, what is more, a divided skirt.

But she found her plan did not work one bit,

For he sneered, as I feared, did that gay tom-tit.

He sneered, 'Oh my!'

He sneered, 'Oh lor!

And he winked his eye

A bit-bit-bit,

 "'Alas! no more,' said the poor young wren, 'Will I ape the shape of heartless men!' So she flung cigarettes and big latch-key With a flop from the top of the great green tree. And she wouldn't use rouge or pinch her waist, But she dressed to the best of a simple taste; Then she learned to cook and sew and knit— 'What a pearl of a girl!' said the gay tom-tit. Said he, 'Good day!' Said she, 'How do?' They were very soon friends, these two-two-two. And I'm bound to say In a bit-bit-bit She married that gay tom-tit-tit-tit." 

So she flung cigarettes and big latch-key

With a flop from the top of the great green tree.

Then she learned to cook and sew and knit—

'What a pearl of a girl!' said the gay tom-tit.

Said he, 'Good day!'

Said she, 'How do?'

And I'm bound to say

In a bit-bit-bit

 

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