Stacey Flies the Coop


Stacey, Stacey, say it's not so!
How can you just pick up and go?

Alas, alack, O woe is we,
Your smiling face no more we'll see.

But since you're here, let's drink a toast
To all the things we'll miss the most—

Your charm, your wit, your savoir-faire;
We hope you know how much we care!

And if by chance you pass this way
Again some time, we all will say,

"Relax, come in, and sit a spell;
Your fan club members wish you well."


©2016 Michael Fraley




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