Mr. Zee divided his class into X’s & Y’s,
for budding dolls & guys.
But so sick was he,
of dealing with the all the cooties,
that he kissed the dance good-bye.

There was a girl named SaraLee,
who liked glitz, giggles, & green tea.
She wrote so much silly rhyme,
that she ran out of serious time,
this girl who highly Americanized high tea.

There once was a gal with a patch of carrots,
worth about 24 karats,
when along came a retired gold miner,
who needed them for his shiny diner
to garnish his Welsh rarebit.