Annya!

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?"