That little brown haired boy,
With that little dump truck toy.
Who jumped on the trampoline to reach the stars,
Who played with his racetrack flooding with cars.
Who offered to show me how to use a bow,
And asked me what was wrong when I felt so low.
Who\'s hair was a fluffy mess on his head.
Who owned a small red Volkswagen bed.
Who wore a soccer jersey religiously,
And often acted prodigiously.
Who sometimes will have a fight with me,
But in the end he had my heart\'s key.
Who moved away six years ago,
Where is he now?
I don\'t know.
But I was just invited to his niece\'s birthday,
Oh God, will will I do, what shall I say??
The butterflies are eating at my mind,
How do I act? Do I be kind?
I\'m meeting him soon, June is coming is a rush,
What will I do when I meet my old crush?