I know a girl often called Beckius She loves men five hundred times her age
She is a friend to many of us
She has no job
What a slob!
Becky swoons for Bogart too
She hopes one day, she'll work in a zoo
She loves men five hundred times her age
A conservative child at fifteen
And yet always the drama queen
Now something not so strange
She really enjoyed Open Range
As weird as an upsidedown owl saying moo
There's nothing this girl won't do
She would be the saddest thing you ever meet
If she were parted with her pet.
Hardy har har har ha ha ha!
She explodes witha big guffaw
With curls that spring and bounce around
There is fun wherever she is found!