• I passed an old man
    On Waverly Way
    He fell to a bench
    I picked up his hand
    And he began the story

    A little girl
    Skipped merrily along
    Past birds and bees
    And cats and dogs
    And troubles and lies
    And rumors and spies
    Skipping merrily along
    Waverly Way

    Alone on a bench
    Sat a prompt young boy
    Licking his ice cream
    Eyeing a girl
    Carefree as any
    Skipping along Waverly Way

    The prompt little boy
    Was a victim of such
    The little girl passed
    He had gloried in lies
    Rumors and spies
    And his trouble had spat him back out

    He had stopped the girl
    His envy growing
    Until his eyes burned green
    And she ran away
    Tears in her eyes
    Her care caught up to her
    And her heavenly glow dimmed

    The envious boy
    Now realized his wrong
    Spat out his envy, lies
    Rumors and spies
    Ran to the girl
    Righted his wrong
    And they skipped together merrily
    Along Waverly Way
    As the old man reminisced
    His hand grew warm
    As an old brittle woman
    Cackling with glee
    Her heavenly glow returned mutually
    Helped up her husband
    And together they skipped
    Along Waverly Way

    Forever rid of
    His troubles, rumors
    Lies and spies
    He skipped with the mirth
    Of a boy
    Who had sat on a bench
    Licking his ice cream
    Watching his saving grace
    Come skipping down Waverly Way