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