when forced to pick between the two,
it puts me rather deeply blue
for each has just the quality
to wish me shipwrecked out at sea

Ginger is the sailor's choice
with wiggled walk
and sultry voice

But Mary Ann, all fresh and scrub
Is never one
that I would snub

A stolen kiss from Farmer's daughter
is to a desert dweller, water
a calf-like nuzzle behind the ear
would make me blush, to be the steer

and gingham does more comfort give
than fancy silks or satin gold
and I would rather try and live
in kansas warmth than L.A. cold

oh, ginger's nice, and quite the snap
but I am not a fancy chap
I seek the heart and not the face
I gravitate toward homespun grace

you'll never top the joy, I think
of winsome smile and hearty wink
Not with the hips, or lips, or sips
from ginger's heady brew of drink

But might I ask a thing of you
on such a choice I hesitate
instead of choosing one of two
could I not rather vacilate?

Mary Ann's my choice, but brother!
my adolescent fantasy
is not the one or just the other
but hammocks built for three!