The Chorus Lady

NZ Truth, Issue 1152, 29 December 1927, Page 1

The Chorus Lady

ISN'T she a dainty thing? 1 Decked in her stagey trappings, Nothing to do but sing, As her toes go tap-tap-tapping. Nothing to do but dance, Tripping the light and airy.

Oh, it's a gay romance Being a chorus fairy. Isn't she a lucky girl? Dancing her twinkling toes off, In a musical comedy whirl Working her shapely legs off.

Earning her weekly pay By toil that would kill a farmer; How I envy the jay,

Isn't she a merry charmer? Nothing to do but hark

To a loud-voiced stage director, Who's made a shining mark As a verbal viviaector.

A target for all the eyes Staring from box and gallery, As over the stage she flies Trying to earn her salary. Nothing 1 to do but play, Tripping a pleasant measure, That's the work of the day, Just a round of pleasure.

But what a pretty fallacy, On a par with the thoughts of a baby, It isn't any sinecure, see, This being a chorus lady.