I met
One June a couple years ago
At a party on a porch
With a mosquito torch
Thrown by my friend Margo
I never thought of it much
Until I needed to rhyme ballerina
It’s just a word to me
What else would it be
Can’t imagine what my wife would do
If I used another woman’s name in a song
I’d have to say
In a most professional way
That all the other names were wrong
I really needed a name
One that means promenade by the sea
It’s just a word to me
What else would it be
Though she’ll be single soon
And I must confess
That I remember the dress
She wore to that party in June
Still I needed a name
One that would rhyme with Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina
It’s just a word to me
Doesn’t mean a thing, you see