Polly Urethane
Girl with a peculiar name
Born into the oddest of times
She walks through the fields
Picking flowers at will
Tying them in bundles of rhyme
She then takes to the street
Corner of Humble and Meek
And gives flowers to the societally blind
Polly Urethane
The girl with a peculiar name
Looks at life and just has to laugh
Polly she knows
The silly world never slows
Here and gone in a flash
Polly she tries
To take it in stride
Though at times she doesn't understand
She's here to save all that's right
To the tune of delight
Played by a number nine piece magical band
Marching Main Street
Near the corner of Humble and Meek
Where Polly stands, flowers in hand
Polly Urethane
Girl with a peculiar name
Born into the oddest of times
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 6:39 AM UTC
Polly Urethane
Girl with a peculiar name
Born into the oddest of times
She walks through the fields
Picking flowers at will
Tying them in bundles of rhyme
She then takes to the street
Corner of Humble and Meek
And gives flowers to the societally blind
Polly Urethane
The girl with a peculiar name
Looks at life and just has to laugh
Polly she knows
The silly world never slows
Here and gone in a flash
Polly she tries
To take it in stride
Though at times she doesn't understand
She's here to save all that's right
To the tune of delight
Played by a number nine piece magical band
Marching Main Street
Near the corner of Humble and Meek
Where Polly stands, flowers in hand
Polly Urethane
Girl with a peculiar name
Born into the oddest of times
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