And there she was

A girl of girls

Wrapped in blue Jeans and flowing curls

Her father said; had I known better

I’d named her Tom

Instead of Stephanie

A tom-boy she was

And none better

Could pitch she could

Her grandad made sure

Hung out with all the boys

One especially she knew would

Malcolm he was

And to her mighty cute

The romance began

Where nothing else could

The years passed

Most were quick

One day she changed

From Tom to peanut butter

Because all the boys said

She made them feel like jelly

When she smiled at them. Oh brother!