Mr. Harvard

Mr. Harvard He stood there With wide open eyes. Mr. Harvard, King of the skies. We fell in love And created hell. All the games we played. All the times we'd yell. But none of them know- Note Yale, Princeton, or Brown. About our secret affair- Our night on the town. No. None will ever know How we really feel. Our secret is ours. Our love is real. It cries when it's hurt. It laughs when it's happy. With wide open eyes.. It looks like its' ... Daddy. (c) 9/7/84