I know a pretty woman, she lives in Arkansas,
she is so very pretty, she looks just like her maw,
she lives in the mountains, with a stream just drifting by,
when I look up at her mountain, how I wish that I could fly,
then I could get up to her and land in the closest tree,
she could sit outside and look right up at me,
with all my pretty feathers, blowing in the breeze,
I would have to say to her, listen if you please,
I would then start singing my mating song so bright,
hoping she would answer me, on a warm, summer night,
then we could build a nest in which to rear our young,
but we would have to hurry, cause summer has just begun,
but then I am not a bird, and I surely cannot fly,
I'll just wait down in the valley, till she comes driving by,
I'll be on my best behavior for my pretty little maid,
take her for a walk and buy some lemonade,
tell her how much she means to me, and how I need her so,
that I really love her she just has to know,
I need her love forever until the end of time,
there will never be another, that I will call mine,
yes my sweet Terrie, I wrote this poem for you,
now won't you please tell me, what you want me to do.
