Poor Butterfly

That Miss Dorothy. Great Scot, that Miss Dorothy! Pretty as
A peach and skin to beat the band. Perfect little pippin!

Perfect

What a dandy little bundle for a fellow to clutch!

Dandy

Say, imagine all that sweet softness in your arms, eh?

Yes, well, I'll type up this survey report
Right away, then, Mr. Graydon. Original in five?

Don't forget the dinner reservation at the Plaza. The
Candle Nook Room. Quiet corner table for two. I think
Miss Dorothy's for the Plaza, don't you? And John, flowers

There's a florist just around the corner
From the hotel, I'll order from them

Not shoes and the old bean, John. Roses. Pink
Plump. Long-stemmed. Two dozen. In a vase

Poor butterfly
'Neath the blossoms waiting
Poor butterfly
For she loved him so

Plaza Hotel, please. Candle Nook Room

The moments pass into hours
The hours pass into years

Candle Nook Room? Mr. Trevor Graydon would like to order a
Quiet corner table for two. Tonight, seven-thirty. Thank you

And as she smiles through her tears
She murmurs low

The moon and I
Know that he be faithful
I know he come
To me by and by

Flower box, please

But if he don't come back
Then I never sigh or cry

Flower box? Mr. Trevor Graydon would like to order some
Roses. Two dozen. Long-stemmed. Pink. On the fat side!

I just must die
Poor butterfly