Would I but mock about thy height
That of which I do think neigh
For I see thee as grown up quite right
And I have learnt to know just what to say
Do I believe your ankles should be stretched out straight
Would higher heels make thee so fine
To bow my head to you is quite great
And I like the view as your eyes meet mine
We could give to thee three extra knees
How would ye fit them on the pew
When driving they’d bang against thy keys
And blood does not become of you
If we made you hips much longer so
Where would you choose to hitch your skirt
And birth would take much longer though
More travel time to prolong the hurt
Then there’s the neck and shoulder too
Up periscope with more to bite
But to stretch your neck would never do
For a noose tis not a pretty sight
Crust pastry is short as time can go
Some times we are caught, tis so a fact
For I love thee from head to toe
The height of which is quite exact