I. |
In the land of Arrow Collars, |
By the valley of Corona, |
Where the lover Instant Postum |
Met his sweetheart Cutie Cura. |
II. |
By the mountain of Fels-Naptha |
In the hut of Beaver Board |
Dwelt they then with Aunt Jemina, |
Mother of Cutie Cura. |
III. |
On the shores of Euralyptol |
Hard unto the Liquid Tar Soap. |
Aunt Jemina, with her kodak |
Stood out and pointed to Crisco. |
IV. |
“Yonder dwells the Locomobile |
In the forest of O’Cedar. |
He it was who killed Van Heusen, |
Slew him with his Kuppenheimer.” |
V. |
Boldly then the Instant Postum |
Seized his trusty Biflex Bumper, |
Gave his bride one last fond Djer-Kiss |
Kissed her by the Coca-Cola. |
VI. |
“I am going, Curie Cura, |
On a long and distant journey, |
Where the great names Skinner’s Satin |
And Palmolive are unknown.” |
VII. |
“Guard you well our Daughter Jell-o, |
And our last born baby, Newskin.” |
Launched he then his Evinrude barque |
On the shining Pluto Water. |
VIII. |
Stood she then and munched the Grape-Nuts, |
And he chugged-chugged toward the sunset, |
While she smiled the smile of Iv’ry |
Shed she tears of Listerine. |