There once was a lady named Jesse
Who's hair looked best quite messy
She zigged it and zagged it
She spriggled and spragged it
Until she thought it most dressy.
She really was quite isolate
And wondered 'bout having a mate
She'd talk to her lover
And tried not to smother
While making a wish upon fate.
Everyday she would pray for much bliss
But sadly she would often just miss
Her man far away
And wish him to stay
And offer her one endless kiss.