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He decided that the only way to get to her
was to take a little stroll,
It gave him time to work on his line
and he wanted to sound droll.

He decided that the line he’d use
when he came to her island there,
“I hear that they call you Lady Liberty
so I’ve come to take my share.”

In his mind it sounded like something
that James Bond would say to a girl,
The more he thought about it though
the more it sounded like Milton Berle.

He decided that he’d just have to be himself
and hope that it would turn out for the best,
He hadn’t been this nervous since
the last time he had to take an algebra test.

You see, he wanted to take a chance on love
because he was a romantic guy,
And what he wanted more than anything else
was at least a chance to try.

When you’re one hundred and thirty feet tall
you have limited options for a date,
So you have to take your swings when you’re up to bat
if you want to find a mate.

He tried to buy a ticket to Staten Island
but they’d have none of that,
But the ferry captain was a romantic too
and told him to be careful where he sat.

He looked across the water to where she stood
and he could see that she was tinted green,
He thought that she was probably the most
beautiful shade of green he’d ever seen.

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