Barbara Ann’s my name, and it seems a shame
To have so much to learn;
For my folks (being bright) are a shining light —
So now it’ll be MY turn!
I’m just SO new, and so little too,
But tradition must be maintained
I must polish a dish and learn to fish
and ‘influence friends’,- though pained!
I’ll learn to ski like my papa-sky
And sew like my mother does;
Though I’m not a boy, I must learn to shoot
(Where the Ring-Neck Pheasant WAS!)
I oughtta swim with an otter ‘s Vim
And read ALL the Magazines —
CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL YOU WHITES
FROM ALL OF WE THREE ROMINES!
Oct. 42
-On the birth of the White’s “First”
by Ray Romine Thursday, October 15, 1942
