Annya look! Read! Prepare!
What follows now is without compare!
We'll talk of Gods and men and war
Of misery, drunken, sobbing, more
But not just here, not just now
For here is an ode that's not so sour...
Annya is a pretty girl
Annya's very small
Annya makes men's heads all twirl
She captivates them all
She changed a lot and works real hard
Yet still when she's at home
Those happy smiles aren't too far
In person or over phone
She's in Ukraine but not for long
Only wish it were tomorrow
We'll make a toast and sing a song
To drive away her sorrow
Now it's silly this thing to say
But we can hardly ignore
That when she's gone the USA
Feels dark and cold and poor
Inside her lives a happy bird
a cheerful little lark
and when she speaks, a single word
the dark and cold departs
Jay has free time, way too much
To sit down and write this sappy stuff
He'll send it, make A shake her head
"For this I got up out of bed?"