All the pretty girls are flying away even before I have asked them to play.
They up and leave me, whatever I say.
Every pretty girl’s just flying away.

There must be something I can do
to make one stay – or eighty two.
But still a pill that’s tough to chew
remains: the cute girls all have flew.

I wish I could convince one girl
to cease her travel round the world
maybe then we’d be a swirl
or she and I and love unfurled.

Until that time I must remain
a saddened bachelor, still untamed.
Perhaps someday that fact will change
and a hot girl will want my name.