Classic Poem

  REFRAIN

Sit there and count your fingers.
What can you do?
Old girl, you're through.
Sit there and count your little fingers,
Unlucky little girl blue.
Sit there and count the raindrops
Falling on you.
It's time you knew
All you can count on is the raindrops
That fall on little girl blue.
No use, old girl,
You may as well surrender.
Your hope is getting slender.
Why won't somebody send a tender
Blue boy, to cheer a
Little girl blue?

  TRIO PATTER

When I was very young
The world was younger than I,
As merry as a carousel.
The circus tent was strung
With ev'ry star in the sky
Above the ring I loved so well.
Now the world has grown old.
Gone are the tinsel and gold.

  REPEAT REFRAIN