Matchmaker, matchmaker, make I a match-

one dat does flicker and de water don't catch.

Dis why Sweden de sweetest, de match I attach.

One ting does fright me when de match I does light

-de mosquito in flight who does lash wid a bite.

But if her want to fight in de light, I mus' win,

For I very hard woman from de tan o' me skin.

Now Canal does light from flourescent stick,

It show all de ship and it stronger den Bic.

Out de light, mind your manners and pray for a switch,

And maybe one day we cyan dig a _NEW_ ditch!

by STAR

(Sister Theresa Ann Ridge)
(Mary--BHS '62)