Emmie, Emmie Adams
Emmie, Emmie Adams,
With her insolent air,
Tied a little bit of rag
In her yellow hair.
When Lena, wondering,
Asked why it was there,
Emmie said she didn’t know
And she didn’t care.
I think Emmie Adams,
Though you are so fair,
That must be the devil’s horn
In your yellow hair.
