Eulalia, Eulalia

[Intro:] Between the innocence of babyhood and the dignity of manhood we find a delightful creature called a boy Boys come in assorted sizes, weights, and colors, but all boys have the same creed: to enjoy every second of every minute of every hour of every day and to protest with noise (their only weapon) when their last minute is finished and the adult males pack them off to bed at night Boys are found everywhere—on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around, or jumping to Mothers love them, little girls hate them, older sisters and brothers tolerate them, adults ignore them, and Heaven protects them A boy is Truth with dirt on its face, Beauty with a cut on its finger, Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair, and the Hope of the future with a frog in its pocket When you are busy, a boy is an inconsiderate, bothersome, intruding jangle of noise When you want him to make a good impression, his brain turns to jelly or else he becomes a savage, sadistic, jungle creature— Open the desktop behind me Sending crayon valentines, I reply "Will you marry me, Loligirl?" My second grade heart looks more like a broken you and me Nineteen and crying for Eulalia, Eulalia I'm still young In the presents of an eight year old Model planes and model everything In the presence of an eighteen year old In a sense innocence makes you tense In the presense of an eight year old Writing cursive on loose leaf paper In the presence of an eighteen year old I will be waiting for you, Loligirl The little girl that I knew, Loligirl And if you're waiting for me, Loligirl Oh yeah and if you see me, Loligirl Bring back the boy I used to be