She came callin’ me a brother, Just like an angel ’nother.
She’s sweet as a peach, cool as a cucumber.
She can’t keep a secret, can’t lie either,
Doesn’t keep a grudge, Neither does she judge.
She doesn’t give a fig, though the problem is big,
she stays positive, is optimistic and been inventive yet charismatic.
Her mind flies as a feather, when she sees you as a friend,
there’s no such tether, that could stop her to blend.
These are the salad days and she may have many ahead,
May cover her with baize of b’ful memories shed.