Dorothy & The Dingbats

Ere last evening a scene
Caught all the townsfolk's eye:
'Twas poor Billy weeping, oh!
Quoth he: "Mary loves me, but why!
Because I can dance? That lie!"

Then Dorothy raised a hand up,
And offer'd to teach down his worry:
"You'll be swinging to good music;
Behold! Mary'll swoon in a hurry,
Leaving her lonely heart in a flurry!"

So Dorothy got her shiny li'l shoes on,
And The Dingbats struck up a song!
Clapping, ev'ryone came out to watch!
They crowded round her in a throng,
But Billy was still lost; he'd stared long!

She had him watch her legs,
And danced, tra-la la-la la!
But he never got it, he didn't,
You wouldn't blame him, would ya:
She wasn't wearing a bra!