I went to the squantum faire. A handsome lad was there. He admired my raven hair And seemed to really care So I began to share More than Iβd ever dare
He seemed like someone rare My excitement hard to bear We made a fulsome pair Alas he was just a snare.
Today I sit and glare And sometimes even swear That Iβd been made a mare And Motleyβs clothes must wear. ljm
Once again tangled up in Teen-age-Mickey-Mouse-*******.