The Red Headed Conundrum

A red headed girl A ginger freckled boy Sitting in Salvaged wicker chairs In a clubhouse Of vines and trees Tucked into the Side Of a Country Road There was a kiss Nothing more Berries of Blue squashed All over the floor [Chorus] A Boy Logically attacked By A Red Head Conundrum In a clubhouse made of vines Where Yes was Yes And so was No Like a pawn Only one direction He could go… A great negotiation was occurring The boy was losing “Be my Boyfriend” said the girl “If you don’t, I’ll tell everyone that you are” The boy was stuck Between a rock And a Red Head Less a negotiation And more an ultimatum The girl gave him to the end of the Day. He was to leave a note with the answer. In her mail box Yes or No... Drawn hearts optional… [Chorus] A Boy Logically attacked By A Red Head Conundrum In a clubhouse made of vines Where Yes was Yes And so was No Like a pawn Only one direction He could go… The boy of 5 Relatively new to this world Had only one recourse His grama. He asked his grama “What do I say? I’m cooked either way.” [Chorus] A Boy Logically attacked By A Red Head Conundrum In a clubhouse made of vines Where Yes was Yes And so was No Like a pawn Only one direction He could go… The boy returned to the girl… Carrying a declaration… The boy was not allowed to be a Boyfriend…. Until he grew… A mustache... Only a friend he could be… until that day... The girl was checkmated... By the Queen matriarch… Friends they would stay… More than friends… On a mustached day… [Chorus] A Boy Logically attacked By A Red Head Conundrum In a clubhouse made of vines Where Yes was Yes And so was No Like a pawn Only one direction He could go…