I spy
With a shadowed eye
A georgous hunk of a guy
Across the way
He may stay
As squirrles run 'round and play
Down below
Way down low
The farmer lost his hoe
But beware
For his stare
Could kill an innocent hare
In the sky
Like a fly
Way up nice and high
On a broom
She may zoom
Wearing Fruit-of-the-loom
Oh what a sight
On this very strange night
From this frightening height
How they see
That far away key
And a smile with a face full of glee.
By Kristy Lozanski copyright. � 2003