I met her in a treehouse dead all over;
I can still recall the boxer shorts she wore;
She was chewin' on a hangnail with Led-Zeppelin,
and I knew I'd never rate her more than "4";
My Pooh Bear said I'd stay with her forever;
She said to me she'd have a swiss on rye;
But who'd have thought she'd turn green while in labor;
I watched her melt away and sobbed goodbye.