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