Meet Me in St. Louis, Louis
When Louis came home to the flat, He hung up his coat and his hat; He gazed all around, but no wifey he found, So he said "where can Flossie be at?" A note on the table he spied; He read it just once, then he cried. It ran, "Louis dear, it's too slow for for me here, So I think I will go for a ride." "Meet me in St. Louis, Louis, Meet me at the fair; Don't tell me the lights are shining Any place but there! We will dance the Hoochee Koochee; I will be your tootsie wootsie. If you will meet in St. Louis, Louis, Meet me at the fair!"