Classic Poem

VERSE 1

In an early childhood day,
When December seemed like May,
Ring around a Rosie with the boys I used to play.
Tommy, Andy, Harold, Joe,
Ate my candy, then would go.
I tried to please them all, you know,
That's why not one became my beau.

REFRAIN

Too many rings around Rosie
Will never get Rosie a ring.
Too many beaux when she should have one,
You know will never bring her
A ring around her finger.
One little name to remember
Is better than having a string.
It doesn't hurt to flirt a bit but use it as bait.
Make your catch, make your match before it's too late.
For too many rings around Rosie
Will never get Rosie a ring.

VERSE 2

Men are only grown-up boys,
Pretty ladies are their toys,
Here today, tomorrow they're in search of other joys.
It is nice to have a few
To go loco over you.
Still, one ring to call your own
Is worth a dozen on the phone.

REPEAT REFRAIN