My backyard has an olive tree
it grows for you and grows for me
I hand you it for instant peace
while grinning nicely, do say 'cheese'
now hoping that my friend you'll be.
It is surprising how this Mary
who is not normally contrary
got on my list of 'not too hot'
I later found that she is not
like Tom or Dick or even Harry.
So with reluctance in my mind
and many weeks I lag behind
I say if I could send you flowers
for some of those belated hours
they'd underline that you are kind.
To make the story not too long
I'm telling you that I was wrong
there are no figures here to fudge
and I am glad you bear no grudge
and that is why I wrote this song.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-for-mary-n/
