Lisa Lisa is a little girl, Lisa keeps us in a whirl; Lisa's lungs are loud and strong, Her energy lasts oh so long. Lisa is not long or tall, But she's loved by us all; As a girl we think she's great, Even though she stays up late.      Lisa has dimples cute, Long dark hair is her loot; And someday there will be a man, Who'll beg her dad for her hand. Lisa is a friend to us, She never cries or makes a fuss; She's always kind and always good, And we'd keep her here if we could.