Choir director daddy says to delicate debutante daughter

“Repeat after me

      ‘Daddy,   

       you’re as dead as daddy dead can be’

end on a high note my honey darling,

[

lifts his hand like bugs bunny ,
lifts his voice like Freddie Mercury

]

         ‘to .. meeeeeeeeeeeeee’

now curtsy to the boys,

shake it all about,

my delicate doll

pick up that gun

like any pragmatic moll

whip it out,

shoot in its face the sun 

“