The crush

She came second to none though occasionally third
Uncertainly bright though by no means a nerd
Her first name was Barbara or Betty or Pat
On her Garland coiffure sat a pert little hat

She only saw Tony and Michael and Sam
And flirted with all three, I’m still now, I am
I picture her skirt as she lifted her knee
To give a small glimpse of what dreams let me see

Sometimes at a distance she’d look in my eyes
And something stirred deeply behind the disguise
She’d laugh with her head high then give me a smile
And I would be happy, at least for a while

Her first name began with a ‘B’ or a ‘P’
Of that I’m most certain, her face I can see
Just thinking of Barbara or Betty or Pat
Where is she right now? Does she still wear a hat?

If you see the one, better ask straight away
And get it behind you, so short is a day
Don’t stay with your dreams but pursue what is real
Never be afraid to reveal what you feel.