A girl plays "Oh When the Saints Go
Marching In" on a flute as I remember the "Coffee Achievers."
Girls see through the bull.
Boys are all talk no action, but girls see
and then stare and stare and stare.
Sometimes they'll stare at a boy.
"I see your crap," they'll say with their eyes.
If he's attentive he'll hear her.
Of course he'll forget instantly,
but once in a while he will remember,
at some distant time.
Now it is his turn.