Choir director daddy says to delicate debutante daughter

“Repeat after me
       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 

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