There once was a gal named Grace
Who had an ugly face
—She said, 'My face I don't mind it,
—'Cause I am behind it
And It's a good hiding place.
Truly, I am no creep
And it's not just poor upkeep.
—I was born this way
—So remember today
That beauty is only skin deep.
I'm really a nice old gal
Who's in bad need of a pal
—Take a chance on me
—And we shall see
If this leads to knowledge car-nal.'
He said, 'Although there's a doubt
I'll give her a good tryout
—I put a bag over her head
—When I took her to bed
And that's how this thing worked out.'
George Hunter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-gal-named-grace/
