Whatever Killed Carmen Miranda

There she was Carmen Miranda with her hat,
With seventeen pounds of apples and a fruit bat,
Singing “Mama Yo Quiero” while dancing the samba,
It was that or the tango and sometimes the Mamba,
Carmen Miranda the Brazilian bombshell of the fifties,
Piling on her head the plums the apricots and cherries,
Never before was someone so out of place like Carmen,
Walking around with a hat with a vegetables garden,
Is it wonder she died so young in her forties like that,
When her heart gave in carrying a ton of fruit on her hat,
xox

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