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When I was tellin' ma, two days ago, / About our beautiful typewriter girl / She dropped the dough and give a sudden whirl / And said: "She's twic't as old as you, you know -- / She must be twenty-five or six or so. / Don't think about her any more, my dear, / And you and me'll be always happy here -- / Besides, she's nothing but an old scarecrow."
It made me sad to hear her talk that way; / My darling's just a little girl almost -- / I can't see why ma give her such a roast, / And I could hardly eat my lunch next day, / For every time I took a bite of bread / I almost hated ma for what she said.