Now, there was a young people's gig
At a neighbouring town hall
Once in a year and always big
It got going at nightfall
Every girl wanted to go
And every boy did too
The threat of wild Ciga-Rette though
Did leave most home and blue
Our Dora did not want to miss
The pleasures of the ball
Dance with a boy; maybe a kiss
She wanted; that was all
She hid some clothes and went to bed
Even before Nora
And when the night was still and dead
She turned a night crawler
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