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When I was just a little boy

I think'bout nine or ten

a pretty girl moved to our town

and she was tall and slim

She had a pair of blue green eyes

and chestnut ringlets framed her head

her skin was soft and creamy like

her lips were cherry red

Her Daddy was the richest man

for they say he owned the bank

and when I saw the house in which they livved

my heart, it nearly sank

It was at least three stories high

with black wroght iron rails

ginger bread etched all the walls

with gold and bronze details

And when at last she came to school

all us boys just lost our speach

we stared at her with longing eyes

but she was coy and out of reach

Then Miss Jones assigned her to a seat

law, was right beside me in home room

and then I thought to plot a scheme

and t'was then I sealed my doom

On my blackboard I wrote a tiny note

twas only " I love you"

I handed her my heart felt thoughts

and then waited for some clue

I hadn't very long to wait

in fact the seconds were quite few

she screamed and cried, jumped up and down

and broke my board into

The teacher came a running fast

to see what I had done

I slunk way down and hid my face

and had a thought to run

The kids all laughed and poked such fun

and boy, my face was red

I was ashamed and could not speak

and still had much to dread

I was sent down to the office

wann't long fore here come Dad

and he had that funny look he gets

when he knows that I've been bad

Prissy Hetty, for that was her name

had been sent home midst screams and cries

and Dad told  to me in stern loud words

I must apologize

So off we went down Monroe street

to her big house on the hill

and when we rang the brass door bell

my heart almost stood still

And then there she stood with hatefull eyes

while I stood in disgrace

now I'd like to take her haughty look

and knock it off her face

Her mother came and stood beside her

to protect her little witch

I'd like to sew them both together

and pucker every stitch

And soon my dreadful deed was done

and Dad and me went home

and I was sent  up to my room

to await him there alone

Then I heard his footsteps on the stairs

and he closed the door inside

and he took off his leather belt

and blistered my back sides

Oh how I despise that hateful girl

who thinks she's sweet and grand

and I'd like to take her curly hair

and yank it with my hand

Well, I won't ever like a girl again

for they ain't much in demand

and I'd like to box prissy Hetty up

and ship her to of to no man's land