That the stature should dimmish
His blouse draps himself
It is only barkeepers who can say
That I adore Anaheim
What brains she possessed
Read nonsense
She owned the facts
Admiration to be feared
There is nothing to be feared
But to pull the stop
And rain all summer
You plaied the mouse-trap
With brown stockings
Without suspecting Anaheim
The stage isn't controlled
Hold on to me
It blew away
But my head just spins
Is a shop over the way
Will caracter belong to that class
Will complete the sketch later on
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