This is the tale, a tale of the end-

Of the story of Gwendeline Sue

Or all that was worthy, and roses, quoth she-

For romanticist readers like you.

One day, one moment, one memory in May-

Where waters and skies were blue

Young McKinley McFadden fell into a bucket-

Of stuff with Gwendeline Sue

“My, this is sticky! But it sure is not icky-

This stuff that I’ve fallen into.

Sweet Gwen, what is this? I cannot tell-

For it seems I am blinded by you.”

“Oh, squee!” quoth she, “Could it be?-

That he feels this swell stuff too?”

“I think,” quoth he, so very gingerly-

“I have fallen in love with you.”

And so passed that day, and that month of May-

With Gwen, and McKinley too.

Joyful, careful, fanciful and merciful-

Was the heart of Gwendeline Sue.

Never once did McKinley avert his eyes-

From that beautiful girl that he knew.

He decked her with roses, songs, and proses-

For he adored that Gwendeline Sue.

“There is no other,” quoth he, “No creature

More lovely as the sky is blue.

Or more dear to me, or could surpass-

the love that I feel for you.”

Thus June had arrived, an on a trip-

On a plane, young Gwendeline flew.

But a horrid thing happened, a mishap of a kind-

Which rendered young Gwen’s face new.

Soon she returned, to her friend and her love-

And McKinley gasped, a cry he threw!

And for the first time, his eyes looked away-

For she was no longer the love he knew.

And alas, he could peer into the bucket-

Of stuff he had fallen into.

“Ah,” sighed he, “this was not love, then-

Farewell, good Gwen. Adieu.”

And McKinley, young McKinley, he left her alone-

That beautiful girl he once knew.

From Gwen, young Gwen, walked away not one-

But her love and her best friend too.