When you were very young
The world was younger than you
As merry as a carousel
The circus tent was strung
With every star in the sky
Above the ring you loved so well
Now the young world has grown old
Gone are the tinsel and gold
Sit there and count your fingers
What can you do? Old girl, you're through
Sit there and count your little fingers
Unlucky little girl blue
No use, old girl
You may as well surrender
Your hope is growin' slender
Why won't somebody send
A tender blue boy
To cheer little girl blue?"