[Polly]
Old man sunshine listen you!
Never tell me dreams come true.
Just try it --
And I'll start a riot.
I'm certain
It's the final curtain.
I never want to hear from any cheerful Pollyannas,
Who tell you fate,
Supplies a mate --
It's all bananas!

They're writing songs of love,
But not for me:
A lucky star's above,
But not for me.
With love to lead the way,
I've found more skies of gray
Than any Russian play
Could guarantee.
I was a fool to fail!
And get that way,
Heigh ho! Alas!
And also lackaday!
Although I can't dismiss
The mem'ry of his kiss...

It started of so swell,
This "let's pretend."
It all began so well,
But what an end!
The climax of a plot,
Should be the marriage knot,
But there's no knot for me.