I once saw a girl
with really long hair;
Till her knees it stretched
No kidding I swear!
Like banks of rivers,
Like stems of vine,
Like skilled work of weavers,
Her pony tail did intertwine.
When she took a stride
like a wave did it bounce...
her mane flaunted pride,
and others gaped in trance.
with really long hair;
Till her knees it stretched
No kidding I swear!
Like banks of rivers,
Like stems of vine,
Like skilled work of weavers,
Her pony tail did intertwine.
When she took a stride
like a wave did it bounce...
her mane flaunted pride,
and others gaped in trance.
