She is the Cats Meow

As She walks down the street
Smiles at the people she meets
With a slink in her walk
As Pretty as a Spring Day

Has a Dress that fits Her curves
And a Purple Hat at a tilt
Her voice has a little Purr
Her voice has a slight Scottish lilt

People can't help but stop and stare
She walks on without a care
All the Men want Her for Their own
She wants a Love that has no price

For this one is beyond all compare
Crimson Lips so fine with a Little twist
Hair of Raven and down to her wrist
What one would give to have this Treasure

I would give my all to have such a sweet
But She is the Cat's Meow and is free
Someday might come when She fines the one
I hope and pray that I am There That day