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
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