She climbs a tree and scrapes her knee--
Her dress has got a tear.
She waltzes on her way to mass
And whistles on the stair...
And underneath her wimper
She's got curlers in her hair!
I've even heard her singing in the Abbey!
She's always late for chapel
But her penitence is real.
She's always late for everything!
Except for every meal!
I hate to have to say it..
But I very firmly feel--
Maria's not an asset to the Abbey!
I'd like to say a word on her behalf!
Maria--makes me--laugh!!!!
Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her.
Many a thing she ought to understand!
But how do you make her stay?
And listen to all you say?
How do you catch a wave upon the sand?
How do you solve a problem like Maria?!!
;-)
Ponder:
How do you hold a moonbeam in your hands?!!
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