Her name was Christine Edwards
Wih pigtail hair
And I adored her
From the next desk
Whilst she ignored me,
With a playground push.

She liked me rolling
On the ground
And making funny noises

To make her laugh

Then Christmas came

And I walked her home
With Mistletoe scratching my flimsy pocket.

And finally, outside her house.
I took it out, with funny noises.
And held it above
Her head
And she laughed loudly.
And pushed me away.
And went inside,
And closed the door.

And I stood smiling,
In the cold fog air,
And tasted salt,

As the tears
Kissed my lips.