Kindly gentleman to little girl: “My, but your folks must take good care
of you.”
Little girl: “Well, they ought to—I’ve got enough of ’em.”
“What do you mean, little girlie?”
“Well, mister, I’ve got three mamas by my first papa and two papas by my
last mama.”
“Can that really be so?”
“Yes, sir, and my last papa just told me that I had a little baby brother
at home and I’m going home now and tell mama.”
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She flaunts a skirt cut rather high,
And quite a length of hose,
The city girl is never shy,
However, shy of clothes.
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