For my friend, Alex, who likes a guy named Chip:
Gingers are cool
When they work at the pool.
Gingers are beautiful
With heads held high and hearts so full.
I love this guy, with hair so red.
His name is Chip, or so they’ve said.
I love this guy, a cool lifegaurd.
In his hands, he holds my heart.
I have this great, big bubble.
Try to cross and you’ll find trouble.
But for Chip, there’s no alarm.
I’d surely hold him in my arms.
This boy is perfect in everyway;
Tall, beautiful, and here to stay.
No longer, do I fear a man,
When Chip is there to hold my hand.
Gingers are really great.
With him and I it’s surely fate.
Gingers are really cool.
I love this guy, who works at the pool.