Taste the candy from the fair.
Let the wind blow through your hair.
Walk along the streets at night.
Later in the day when it's not light.
Clear your mind or try not to think
There's a guy giving you the wink.
He's cute, funny and just your type,
Pray that he doesn't smoke a pipe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem