put your daughter on the stage,
The profession is over crowded,
and the struggle's pretty tough,
to give the wretched girl her due,
but don't you think her bust is
too developed for her age?
I repeat, Mrs. Worthington,
although your baby may be
For her to hope, dear Mrs. Worthington,
is on the face of it absurd.
Her personality is not, in reality, exciting enough,
inviting enough, for this particular sphere.
Don't put your daughter on the stage,
She's a bit of an ugly duckling,
you must honestly confess,
and the width of her seat
and though it's not exactly flat,
she'll need a little more than that
On my knees, Mrs. Worthington,
please, Mrs. Worthington,
Don't put your daughter on the stage,
Though they said at the School of Acting
she was lovely as Peer Gynt,
would em phasize her squint.
and though her teeth are fairly good,
I ever would be eager to engage.
No more buts, Mrs. Worthington.
Don't put your daughter on the page.
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