Rapunzel

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, please let down your hair you're way up here and I'm way down there If only the miles could be spanned like a tower I'd start climbing at once and be there in an hour I'm not much of a painter, or swimmer or plumber so maybe it's best if I wait until summer In truth, I'm not sure that I'd be up to your measure, your standards are high and you're deserving of treasure So, I hope that you'll find a much worthier match than this humble poet; as I'm not much of a catch