Puppy Love

Back when a youngster with a blond burr-head
And swinging on a tire tied in a tree,
You skip-roped by with pigtails autumn red,
Stopped at my gate and turned and smiled at me.

At twelve, we married, played house in that oak
For hours and hours, I Tarzan, you were Jane.
At thirteen, grapevine I commenced to smoke
And you became so bashful, I turned vain.

At fourteen, somehow taught me fox-trot dance
Though I'd become the bashful one, you not.
At fifteen, kissed you in the barn by chance
And after that I'd tote your books a lot.

Then came the day you up and moved away
But in my heart remain until today.