MARY JANE

 
            ON THE SIDEWALK SHE WAS MASTER
            THERE WAS NONE WHO COULD GO FASTER
            NO ONE COULD EVER EVER PASS HER
            ACROSS THE FINISH LINE FIRSTER NOT LASTER

            IN A RACE SHE TOOK ON ALL COMERS
            IN WINTER, SPRING, FALL OR SUMMER
            LOSING TO HER WAS ALWAYS A BUMMER
            MAKING THE DEFEATED FEEL MUCH DUMBER

            ALWAYS AHEAD, HER PIGTAILS FLYING
            SHE’S GIGGLING WHILE YOU ARE CRYING
            SORE MUSCLES STRAINING, YOU’RE TRYING
            TRAIL OF TEARS BEHIND YOU ARE LYING

            A VICTORY LAP SHE LAUGHS AND SQUEALS
            MAKING YOUR LOSS SUCH A BIG DEAL
            ADDING MUCH INSULT TO HOW YOU FEEL
            LOSING TO MARY JANE ON HER BIG WHEEL!