/// Marie stares at the boy she adores,
but young Morton steadfastly ignores
her. The girlfriend he chose
is that flirt with a rose.
Poor Marie has no luck with amours.
/// Because getting all wet she abhors
an umbrella she’ll tote out of doors.
To that girl, Morton crooned,
pouring salt in her wound.
When it rains, Marie now knows, it pours.
/// Marie stares at the boy she adores,
but young Morton steadfastly ignores
her. The girlfriend he chose
is that flirt with a rose.
Poor Marie has no luck with amours.
/// Because getting all wet she abhors
an umbrella she’ll tote out of doors.
To that girl, Morton crooned,
pouring salt in her wound.
When it rains, Marie now knows, it pours.