I once had a junior named Robin,
Robin was good at hobnob'n,
At that she was in her glory!
But Robin thought work was no fun,
And as a result got nothing done,
And that was the end of her story.
I had another junior named Janice,
Janice was a bit into madness,
And problems - problems galore.
As she often got peeved,
And could get no reprieve,
She very soon walked out the door.
And then there was a junior named Susan.
Susan very much like'd to go cruis'n.
She was normally prim and proper,
But for a motorcycle speedy,
When of this she was needy,
Very little if anything could stop her.
Now in this there was nothing corrupt,
But while I revved the bike,
Up her skirts she would hike,
And soon I would hear
Distinct words from the rear:
"Gitty up, Gitty Up, Gitty Up!"
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1985 |