Daisy Was Tired of Waiting

Donald Duck got rained on plenty hard that day His yellow slicker was wet every which way We saw him standing there, beside Hamil’s Bay. Waved to him too, said my cousin May. Was he wearing a rain hat I asked with concern. He did, but he still has a lot about women to learn. He is waiting for Daisy, who has given up hope. She has run off and gotten married, far away from this dope.