Monday, July 31, 2006

Likened to "Maria"

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 wimple
She has curlers in her hair.

I 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 like to say a word in her behalf--
Maria makes me laugh!

How do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?

How do you find a word that means Maria?
A flibbertijibbet, a will o the wisp, a clown!

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 keep a wave upon the sand?
Oh how do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?

When I'm with her I'm confused,
Out of focus and bemused,
And I never know exactly where I am.

Unpredictable as weather
She's as flighty as a feather.

She's a darling, she's a demon, she's a lamb.

She'd outpester any pest,
Drive a hornet from its nest;
She can throw a whirling dervish out of whirl!

She is gentle, she is wild;
She's a riddle, she's a child;
She's a headache, she's an angel;
She's a girl!

How do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
How do you find a word that means Maria?
A flibbertijibbet, a will o the wisp, a clown!

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 keep a wave upon the sand?
Oh how do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?

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