There was a girl With a plaid skirt, A red bow, And lovely pink cheekbones. She carried a smile, Sometimes a laugh, When we ran through The church parking lot. She was so fast In her white stockings And little black shoes That it became hard To keep up with her.
I wonder when, I wonder why, She stopped playing tag, I wonder how it was That she forgot How to run.
I miss you, my friend, You were the best there ever was.