Our Casey

Everyone knows Casey Jones
But Casey Leigh is our gal;
With dark hair and eyes of hazel
Casey is my little pal.

Sports and dancing fill the time,
That she is not in school;
Casey is growing up too fast,
As a kid, she's really cool.

Casey is a smart girl,
She reads many a book;
And when it comes to sports,
You ought to have a look.

But Casey Leigh is clumsy,
She is always getting hurt;
She skins her knees and elbows,
And her nose finds the dirt.

Casey is a sweet girl,
But one fault has Casey Leigh;
When looking for her clean clothes,
They will be found in the laundry.

Casey is not perfect,
So what! - is all I say;
She'll grow to be a woman,
Of good and joy some day.