JERUSHA:
I feel like I belong to somebody now,
A kind of family.
I feel like I belong to somebody now,
A guiding hand
A soul that takes an interest in my welfare.
A friend who takes an interest in my life.
I feel like I belong to somebody now,
A kind of angel.
I feel like I belong to something more
than just a school.
But when I think of you I know so little.
I can only think of three things.
You're tall, you're rich, and you hate girls.
I guess I guess I could call you Mr. Girl Hater.
Mr. Girl hater but that's too insulting to me.
It would never do.
Or I could call you dear Mr. Rich Man.
Thanks, Mr. Rich man,
But that's too insulting to you
And you might not be rich for that much longer,
But I'm pretty sure you'll stay tall.
So I'll call you Dear Daddy Long Legs.
Oh Daddy Long Legs.
I'll keep calling you
I hope you don't mind Daddy Long Legs.
It's just a pet name, we won't tell a soul, no.
The bell sounds, I must go.
Yours, Jerusha Abbott
Whose Educarion is underwritten
By a man I lovingly call
Mr. Hitching post, Clothes pole,
Daddy Long Legs,
Smith.