| Narrowed eyes and soggy tongues |
| Beautiful rumors are flying about the ugly ones |
| The girl, she is by the pool |
| Yellow journalists' jewel |
| And all those wagging fingers |
| Are silly, little stingers |
| Rabbits are cooking breakfast, the fog is fragrant |
| The girl she is waking up against the famous vagrant |
| The cool council is tallying fines to be levied |
| The girl she is tightly grinning |
| The vagrant thinks it’s all too heavy |
| Presents are presented |
| And bribes reluctantly taken |
| Summer’s sweetie, iced a cohort |
| While the rest of the town’s baking |
| Traffic is light and appetites are hearty |
| And tongues are soggy |
| Accusations are tossed like darts at the good |
| Little girl who is groggy |