the girls i never kissed

the old wolf sniffs the summer breeze

and dreams about his youth

for the sight of skirts above the knees turns his hardboiled brain to tears. and the scent of honey in the tree whets an old sweet tooth. the pretty girls go strolling by

i smile at them

and heave a sigh. and think of all the things i've missed

and all the pretty girls i've never kissed. they smile from field of daffodils

they wave from high and windy hills

in secret places by the sea

the girls i've never kissed still wait for me. all the girls whose names i can't recall

their faces haunt me still

all the pretty girls i've never kissed and never will. the girls of spring

the girls of fall

the girls of summer most of all

if only time did not exist

if only i could catch that boat i always missed

i'd go back and kiss all the pretty girls i've never kissed.