I don’t know why, and I don’t know how
But I’ve developed a very strong crush
On Ms. Brady the lunch lady; she’s sixty-two
And she makes the most mouth-watering mush
I see her each day at eleven past noon
And as soon as I pick out a tray
I run to the very front of the line
And ask, "What's the special today?"
Her three chins wobble when she says, “FISH SOUP”
And I go shakey-weak in the knees
She asks, “YOU WANT A SIDE OF MUSH?”
And I shyly say, “Yes, please.”
I devour my soup and go back for more
Always eager to visit my crush
And I can't be certain, but I think she winks
When she serves me seconds of mush
