"The Girl With The Golden Hair"
by Vincent M. Weaver
They came one day, Of alien spies
To take her away, With googly eyes
The girl with the golden hair. Who are causing much despair.
And I must say, They're in a cave
They will rue the day Oh I must save
They took her to their lair. That girl with the golden hair.
I have been slow There is a fight,
To let her know But all is right,
That for her I really do care. Come back, they wouldn't dare
It has been tough She is so cool
To see her enough When I see her in school
The girl with the golden hair. All I can do is stare.
And I am a guy But yet I wait
Who is much too shy And hesitate
To do, with any flair For the girl with the golden hair.
Go up to her This time I must
As if she were Not betray the trust
Not so schoenn or fair. That I allow myself to bear.
But then I sigh To be incisive
And still I try I'll be decisive
THe girl with the golden hair. And not run like a hare.
But time I waste, I'll hold my stance
I must make haste Ask her to the dance
And save her from a pair That girl with the golden hair.
------ ;-) And I did.... 21-2-1995 Mod 9
Dedicated to Agent G by Deater #23
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