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Rani Turton


Professor Higgins, I'm Not That Flower Girl


Professor Higgins, I'm not that flower girl
A flower girl that is foreign to boot;
The cockneys in Londontown are
A learning experience on their own;
And Eliza Dolittle was such a dear that
You may be talking clean through your hat;
Fiddlediddydo and fuddyduddydo
Forgive me Professor Higgins
I dunno where it begins.

I'm not that flower girl, dear sir
My accent holds all that I hold dear
I too would be flabbergasted if you
Suddenly learnt to speak like me;
Lo! what misery!

Professor Higgins, loosen your stays
Your accent has flown clearaways
If you were really a scholar in this area
Ah! you would become better and better!

Copyright: Rani Turton

Submitted: Friday, January 22, 2010
Edited: Tuesday, May 18, 2010

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