Bridget's Gone By

A squeal, a shrill cry
And Bridget's gone by
Her feet in the air
Wild tossing blond hair
A shoe come untied
Doors left open wide
On her lips there's a song
Does she do nothing wrong?
She's a tease and a clown
Does she never run down?
She's fierce and she's bold
Only five short years old
Oh, stop her, do try!
Oops, Bridget's gone by.

c. 1960