Tribute To Betty Boop
She was the baby-faced doll of the thirties for sure.
Her long eyelashes and adorable legs, not incredibly pure.
Max and Grim, her illustrators had the true scoop
On their lovely creation, Miss Betty Boop!
Her button nose wiggled, and she jiggled with happy
She danced around on the screen, making us sappy
We thought she was perfect, she was a living doll.
I think everyone loved her, but maybe me most of all.
I am a cartoonist, and most of my cartoons are like her.
They are Rubenesque like women who look totally impure.
I have not drawn one to perfection, but I keep trying every day.
Betty Boop still makes me happy, wanting to dance and to play!
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