Say It With Flowers . . .

One perfect rose is what she got

But, ah, thought impish Moore

He should have stretched his budget some

And bought eleven more! 

By a market stall in Rome

Paused a lady far from home

Tell us, Jan-ette, did you find

Romance was not far behind?

An orchid to this pinup queen

Who proves that nothing dims

The appeal of a girl like Grable

If she’s lucky to have her limbs!

Freckled-face and full of fun

Bright head shining in the sun

Doris goes her merry way

Gathering rosebuds while she may

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Who’s the fairest flower of all?

Though we’re charmed by roses red,

We would choose Pier instead

When a lady dresses to please her date—

And Jane goes along with that,

A flattering nosegay is not only trés gai

But inspiration for romantic chit chat!

All eyes turn in her direction

For Liz’s face is pure perfection

Only a flower could dare to be

In such close proximity!

 

It is a quote. PHOTOPLAY MAGAZINE MARCH 1955