Hello new friend, my name is Fred
the words you hear are in my head.
I say, I said my name is Fred,
and I’ve been… very naughty.
The story I’m about to tell,
I tell you, I will tell you well,
Is of my dear love Barbara,
and just how I’ve been… naughty.
On a lovely Sunday morning my tired eyes beheld,
a girly girl, like girl, she smelled,
G-I-R-L, is what she spelled,
and that’s how I spell… naughty.
Barbara, my love was named,
and her fair hair, a mane untamed,
until one evening, I’m ashamed,
I got a little… naughty
The look upon my young love’s face,
was beautiful, divine, as sweet as lace,
but in this particular case,
I was never more… naughty.
But then my landlords did resume,
to return me to my porcelain tomb,
and ferry to a private room,
your hero, ever doughty.
With love, Fred.
