Hurray for Hollywood, magic weavers of fairy tales and dreams.
Setting standards of what's good, determining propriety it seems.
Just mirrors of our society reflecting back problems for all to see.
Actors set up on pedestals , as if they were some kind of royalty.

Or at least come down from Olympus to be with us common folks.
Sometimes they are our heroes and sometimes they are our jokes.
They can become a household name as they go on to lasting fame.
But fame is fleeting , it can ebb and wane , make you quite insane.

I liked it better when I did go to the Saturday morning picture show.
Took my dollar allowance in my hand, then rode the bus downtown.
I remember Dale Evans, Roy Rogers, Pat Buttram and Gabby Hayes.
There was Hopalong and Red Ryder who had their own trail to blaze.

Snow white is in my memory, a girl of four, sitting on her Daddy's knee.
Don't know if it was  in Summertime, or a cold dreary late December.
But when Snow White came back to life, that's a scene I still remember
I rode along with Jean D'Arc when Ingrid Bergman helped to save France.
And all my tears came flowing down when the lit flames began to dance.

I was off to see the Wizard of Oz while Judy Garland sang her song.
Laughing at the Tin Man and cheering Scarecrow as they went along.
My all time childhood favorite star, he made sunshine on my Saturday.
Was the most funny and very talented, the delightful Mr. Danny Kaye.
This man waved his magic wand and that transformed the silver screen.
He was a gentle charming man with a character that was never  mean.