That Brown Haired Girl

After school on a winter day The air short of cold, but crisp He remembered her angelic voice With a slight and cute little lisp Distracted, while peddling his bike Leaving most thoughts of school behind There she was, that brown haired girl That was so much on his mind He stopped and asked what she said She said, "I thed, won't you thstop!" He asked if she would like to ride And up on his bike she did hop! When she said, "You're passionate!" He could have floated through the air Then she said, "You're passion my house," "It wathe that white one back there!"