I think I’d better start a vanity about Bobby Vinton’s “Roses Are Red”. Whoever wrote it, I think is a “genius”.
I like this version:
A long, long time ago, on Graduation Day,
You handed me your book, I signed this way:Jane Fonda's red, my love,
Violets are blue.
Stalin is dead, my love,
I wish that she were, too.We dated through high school, and when the big day came,
I wrote into your book next to my name:Jane Fonda's red, my love,
Violets are blue.
Stalin is dead, my love,
I wish that she were, too.Then I went far away, and you found someone new.
I read your letter, dear, and I wrote back to you:Jane Fonda's red, my love,
Violets are blue.
Stalin is dead, my love,
I wish that you were, too.Is that your little girl? She doesn't look at all like Jane.
Some day, some boy will write next to her name:Jane Fonda's red, my love,
Violets are blue.
Stalin is dead, my love,
I'm glad that she is, too.