Roses Are Red
A long, long time ago
On graduation day
You handed me your book
I signed this way:
“Jane Fonda’s red, my love.
Violets are blue.
Stalin is dead, my love.
I wish that she were, too.”
We dated through high school
And when the big day came
I wrote into your book
Next to my name:
“Jane Fonda’s red, my love.
Violets are blue.
Stalin is dead, my love.
I wish that she were, too.”
Then I went far away
And you found someone new
I read your letter, dear
And I wrote back to you:
“Jane Fonda’s red, my love.
Violets are blue.
Stalin is dead, my love.
I wish that you were, too.”
Is that your little girl?
She doesn’t look at all like Jane.
Someday some boy will write
Next to her name:
“Jane Fonda’s red, my love.
Violets are blue.
Stalin is dead, my love.
I’m glad that she is, too.”
Fonda is certainly RED!! LOL!