Here you will find the Poem To a Prospective Cook of poet Franklin P. Adams
Curly locks, Curly Locks, wilt thou be ours? Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet weed the flowers, But stand in the kitchen and cook a fine meal, And ride every night in an automobile. Curly Locks, Curly Locks, come to us soon! Thou needest not to rise until mid-afternoon; Thou mayest be Croatian, Armenian, or Greek; Thy guerdon shall be what thy askest per week. Curly Locks, Curly Locks, give us a chance! Thou shalt not wash windows, nor iron my pants. Oh, come to the cosiest of seven-room bowers, Curly Locks, Curly Locks, wilt thou be ours?