I’ve Tickets To See,
A Concert Or Three,
I Can Hardly Wait Until June.
Then I’ll Bide My Time,
While Standing In Line
And They’ve Sung Their Very Last Tune.
They’ll Think I’m Just Mild,
But Oh What A Child
To Think I’d Be Leaving So Soon.
I’ll Hide In The Back
And Plan My Attack.
I’m Going To Reach For The Moon!
It May Not Be Neat,
But It’ll Be Sweet
When I Grab Him And Run From The Room.
Oh, He’ll Kick And He’ll Scream.
Hey, This Is My Dream.
If I Can Only Subdue My Groom.
~Marie