A quiz-master I'd like to be,
But as I am a girl, you see
Perhaps I will apply to go
As his assistant on his show.

I'll have to usher in each guest,
Persuading them to do their best:
But if they lose, I'll have to say
"Bad luck, dear," or "It's not your day!"

Each night a different dress I'll wear,
And not forget to style my hair.
Apart from this I must display
A personality bright and gay.

Won't mother have a grand surprise—
She hardly will believe her eyes:
"Quick, Dad," she'll cry, "Look on the screen—
Just see who's on with Hughie Green!"