Perchance, have you seen my sassy lassie?
She would be the one with auburn locks and wearing red socks,
shimmering blue eyes, so steely cold,
her stare could burn you.
No? I put her at five foot six,
so, not too tall amid other people
but, she stands straight as a rugged church steeple.
Oh! you say you saw her cranking away,
bucking a stiff breeze, while biking
down the lazy, hazy lane toward town!
She was with a dandy, quite handy,
on a bicycle built for two.
My gracious! So improper, but,
who would even dare stop her?
Not even l, though... I am a copper!
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