Zack and Camill went up the hill
Oh what a thrill
With pail in hand
The trip would be far from bland
As the class clown
He wasn’t entitled to a crown
But was prone to tumbling down
Camill was his peach with eyes a brown
Was this the day to plant that first kiss
Or another for remiss
Only time and a climb would tell
If he would finally ring her bell
He was surely under her spell
One she had cast and for which he befell
Was today finally it
His heart long ago being lit
His biggest fear of all
That he would suffer another fall
And have to race home
All alone
To his bed
Where he would tears shed
Andreas Simic
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 12:31 PM UTC
Zack and Camill went up the hill
Oh what a thrill
With pail in hand
The trip would be far from bland
As the class clown
He wasn’t entitled to a crown
But was prone to tumbling down
Camill was his peach with eyes a brown
Was this the day to plant that first kiss
Or another for remiss
Only time and a climb would tell
If he would finally ring her bell
He was surely under her spell
One she had cast and for which he befell
Was today finally it
His heart long ago being lit
His biggest fear of all
That he would suffer another fall
And have to race home
All alone
To his bed
Where he would tears shed
Andreas Simic
