Maryellen Soft Soap
When you haven’t the brains to lather soap
They’ll only accord you just so much rope.
Just be sure to do as you are told.
[Forget it, prince; she knows you’re a toad.]
But send the email if you think that’s wise;
Nothing comes from nothing unless one tries.
Maryellen sweet, Maryellen fair
Put me out of my misery and say you care.
Let’s get together and talk of many things
A little visit without any constraints or strings.
Like dance with me around the room;
Maybe later we could jump an old broom.
So if you’d like to give it a go:
Call me quick at 512-I Just-Don’t-Know.