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Johnny Brownie sits high up in the maple tree,
Tossing with his feet, all kinds of stuff on me.
I roll my eyes, for his ways are so transparent.
His insatiable love for me so readily apparent.

I knew he had a crush on me, of course.
I am pretty in the face and I laugh like a horse
All the boys seem to like their women merry and gay. 
I walk underneath him, with my happy sashay.

Hey Faerie Pinkie how are you? He yells down to me.
I keep walking, knowing he will jump down from the tree.
Where are you going? He asks, trying to keep up with my feet.
I ignore him a bit for guys think this is a special love treat.

He tries to catch up, bouncing around like an in-love fool.
My mother looks out the window and watches Johnny Brownie drool.
Why do you to this to him? She asks me later. Isn’t it a bit mean?
It keeps him interested, and I may want to date him when I am a teen.

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