Special K Poem by Sam Betts

When I fly across the pond
There's a gal lives there of whom I'm fond
She's a ball of life rolls night and day
That Philly girl called Special K.
When the Eagles land she can be seen with her best buddy who large and lean
But don't approach he can be mean both K and Chad bleed Philly Green.
She a hand stand girl who pulls a shirt she's a hard headed woman she ain't no flirt she'll drop you cold leave you in the dirt don't mix it up you'll just get hurt.
She's run those steps a thousand times she marks her path with a pile of dimes she's a modern gal for modern times has she beats a trail through the lonesome pines.
You can't own her you can't touch her just be glad you ever knew her she's solid rock and you can't see through her only known by one and that's her mother.