Adam, Adam Meet Your Madam

Adam, Adam meet your Madam
flying through the night
Poor Adam took a look at madam
And nearly died of fright
dark demonic not platonic
Nothing seemed to please
One minute this one minute that
She really was a tease
Twirling, whirling, ever swirling
Always this and that:
tall and thin with pointed chin
and yet sometimes quite fat.
Who was this Madame
Bequeathed to Adam
And then again by whom
Known to all when asked to call
Sweet Lulabelle to you.