Primrose

(Verse)

Every other Sunday afternoon

Walking till the summer Sunday moon

Shines above her, you'll love her

Miss Primrose

See her parasol beneath the trees

Dainty as a flower and Japanese

When she walks out with her Pekinese

Miss Primrose

(Chorus)

Primrose

Was a naughty little blossom

And she lived on Primrose Hill

And she always dressed to kill

When she went up West

And did her best

Primrose

Used to come home rather later

Than the decent hour that pleased her master

Knowing her daughter

Oughta be kept a prim Primrose