Little Miss Brown

Little Miss Brown was a city miss.
She knew a thing or two.
She met an old guy
Who liked her pie
But much too old to screw.
One night she allowed him to kiss it up
He liked it's taste so well
That he bought a little home
Where he eats it all alone
And now you can hear her yell!

While the muff tastes good to father
I'm going to have a home.
When he sticks his face in the old pea place
I need never roam.
As long as my daddy likes my prat
I won't eat in an automat
As long as my daddy likes his finanhaddy[?])
I'm going to have a good home

Alternate - If it tasted any sweeter, he would raffle off his peter
I'm going to have a good home.

From The Canfield Collection, undated [c1927].

See online here:
https://archive.org/details/1926canfieldcollection/page/4/mode/2up