Oliver the twister of lovely
dreams,
Willows grow in the meadows
it seems.
Lives in the grazing lands,
Where large palm trees
stand.
Oliver likes to twist and
shout,
Understands what music is
about.
Seeing him in his clothes
of white.
Reminds me of Elvis on a
special night.
He taunts the girls, it's
their delight.
They don't try to put up
a fight.
Sure is a handsome lad,
Alot of girls wish they
had.
(c) copyright heather burns