I have a tale, But not a tail Like felius domesticum
Its of a girl, a real girl I'm calling by her real name
And thus began A summer camp sonnet she saw a boy who would soon be a bee in her teenage bonnet
Nina and her very long hair Held a torch that got her nowhere She hit him with a thunderbolt smile Every thing she had she threw Every dress and every shoe
Nina and her very long hair Held a torch that got her nowhere As hard as she tried He never looked twice He never did see the light, and end the plight of Nina
Sometimes a film, comes over me, like a cold cup of tea And I forget, what I was set To snag and bag, grab and seize
At seventeen She was still reeling She went to camp with a comb and a tent and that same old feeling
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And so she snipped, she cut and she clipped Enough to thatch a cottage roof And once she'd preened, she glowed and she gleamed off she set to make him swoon
She was the girl with very short hair, that got her nowhere