Donny
Donny's family moved next door
When he was six, and I was four
At first he wouldn't play with me
I was,"just a girl", you see
When he found no other kids to play
He decided I was, "ok"
So, he taught me how to ride a bike
Climb trees and fly a kite
We did "Show me yours, I'll show you mine"
When I was seven, and he was nine
I'm glad my mom never knew
Or my butt would still be black and blue
Donny's family moved when he was ten
And I never saw him again
I've forgotten a lot about "way back when"
But I remember Donny...he was my friend.
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