A Fellow Fetching
A little kiss, a little Miss.
All she wanted was a little kiss.
Batting her eyes at all the guys
Laughing and winking as they walked by.
Hoping a strapping young fellow
Would sweep her away in her dress of yellow.
A fair maiden is she
But a far away land was he.
To her mother she began to cry
"Stop that my dear. She said. and keep batting those eyes!"
Copyright © Malibu Cunningham | Year Posted 2013
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