| I’ve Just Finished Writing An Advertisement |
| Calling For A Boy. |
| No Half-Hearted Romeo Or Flirt Is Meant; |
| That’s The Kind I’d Not Employ. |
| Though Anybody Interested Can Apply, |
| He Must Know A Thing Or Two To Qualify. |
| For Instance: |
| He Must Be Able To Dance. |
| He Must Make Life A Romance. |
| I Said A Boy Wanted, |
| One Who Can Smile; |
| Boy Wanted, Lovable Style. |
| He Must Know How To Say Yes! |
| When I Look At A New Dress. |
| Oh, I’ll Be Ready When The Right One Calls, |
| And I’ll Start Vamping Him Until He Falls; |
| Yes, If He Proves To Be The Right Little Laddie, |
| I’ll Make Him Glad He Answered My Ad. |
| He Must Like Musical Shows, |
| And He Must Wear Snappy Clothes. |
| Yes, That Is My Story, |
| And To It I’ll Stick; |
| No Glory |
| In Having A Hick. |
| He Needn’t Be Such A Saint, |
| But, Oh! He Dassent Say 'Ain't.' |
| I Don’t Care If His Bankroll Totals Naught, |
| For We Can Live On Love And Food For Thought. |
| If He’s A Scholar, When I See Him I’ll Holler, |
| My Lad, I’m Glad You Answered My Ad!' |