Curly Girl

I once met a girl,

With her hair full of curl.

And I do believe this girl had a crush on me.

She'd follow me ev'rywhere,

Be behind me on the stairs.

And made me feel that I couldn't be free.

She'd skip in the playground,

Like it was a Fairground.

Just so all eyes could see:

That this little girl,

Had a banner unfurled,

Saying that she had a crush on me.

So one sunny day,

I took her away.

To tell her we could never be...

But that little girl,

With her hair full of curl,

Is now dearly married all to me!

The End

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