A Friend from Japan

I would like to make friends

With a girl from Japan

I would make her dessert

Like a burnt caramel flan

We’d sit on the porch

Putting gloss on our lips

And the men that walked by

Would say, ‘Look at them chicks.’

At night we’d watch films

And eat popcorn and sweets

We’d paint all the nails

On our hands and our feets.

I’d only speak English

And she, Japanese

So we wouldn’t much talk

Just say, “thank you” and “please.”

She’d live down the street

With a cat as a pet

She’d be scared of the dark

And of things that are wet

So on days when it rained

I would go to her floor

I would take off my shoes

When I entered the door

We’d read anime comics

And pet the cat’s fur

I’d be giggly and loud

She’d be shy and demur

Her name would be Momo

Or Kyo Mitsuru

And I’d bring her warm soup

If she came down with flu

She’d make me a mobile
Of bright paper cranes

I’d paint her a picture

Of old-fashioned trains

We’d be always together

Link arms on the street

I’m a little bit wide-ish

But she’d be petite.

I'm alone, so I hope

That she comes in a hurry

But she probably won’t

‘Cause I live in Missouri.