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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rani, different and enjoyable to read.10/10 Regards, Ian