Roses are red, violets are blue,
When I look up for the Big Dipper, I think of you
Walks thru your hometown,
Asking questions and acting like clowns,
Summer weekends sitting by the campfire,
Up late talking about everything we desire
Trying to get my phone to talk,
The only thing I can say is “It’s a good thing you’re Cute” and I hope you don’t walk
You really make me smile,
I hope you will stick around for awhile
And even though you are red as can be
Just remember it’s tickets for you and me