Katy

Katy darling Katy how brilliant are your eyes?

All aglow with wonder and teaming with surprise!

Oh Daddy! Oh Daddy! Please take me to the mall.

For I hear there is a contest, Yes, its beauty that they call.



My hair is fine with waves of blonde, my eyes are clear and bright.

And you and Mom have always said, I have something of angelic Light.

Please take me to the mall my father, please take me right away.

For they’re having a call of beauty, They’re having it right today.


I will walk upon the runway father, and toss my fine blonde hair,

And at the judges my eyes I’ll bat, as though I haven’t got a care.

So take me to the mall my father, your pretty little girl,

And I will make you proud of me, as brilliant as a pearl

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My father? He sighs and moans and drinks a ton of Mylanta.

For my beauty is now known from Semi Nole to Atlanta!

And he says to me “my beautiful pearl, I have a mighty hard old stick,

And any boys who look at you, Their asses I will Kick! ©


George Henry Nichols Summer of ‘92