THE SONG OF THE SKIRT.

Observer, Volume XL, Issue 24, 14 February 1920, Page 13

THE SONG OF THE SKIRT.

(With apologies to Thomas Hood.)

With scented powder and puff, With gallons of eau-de-cologne, A flapper secured a fragrance, ' And a colour that wasn't hor own. Pa i nt—pai nt—pain t, Flossie the flapper and flirt, And still in a voice of melodious pitch She sang this "Song of the Skirt." 11. Paint—paint—paint, With a suitor waiting below, And paint—paini>—paint Till the .suitor is longing to go. It's oh! to be a slave, To carmine paste and a puff, When a woman must dabble in front of a glass Until she is powdered enough. 111. ' Paint—paint—paint. With fingers nimble and fast; Paint—paint—paint Till the job is done at last. Hair and complexion and dress, Dress and complexion and hair, Till at last she thinks she's a beauteous dream When beauty never was there. IV. Oh, mothers, with daughters dear From cosmetics and powders puff pure, Prap keep them away from the swan's-down, And "sights" shall surely be fewer. But paint—paint—paint, Flossie the flapper and flirt, They'll surely resemble the maiden fair, Who sang this "Song of the Skirt." JORIS.