Song to Morgan

Captain Morgan,
remember 6th grade?
When didn't talk much,
in class or at lunch.
They called you a slut,
you're so not, but,
if I ever called you that,
I wanna say then, I'm sorry for that.

Morgan, oh, Morgan,
remember 7th grade?
You rose up like a ninjas curved blade.
We came to know each other,
for these and the others.
We talked much then,
when the wind wasn't a-blowin'.
That is no more.

Morgan,
now we're in 8th grade.
It's just beginning,
like the early morning.
It's not dark yet,
like when we met,
but I'l bet,
it won't get dark
as along as we're just a-walkin' in the park.