Miss American Pie

(With special thanks to Don Mclean)

A long long time ago

I can still remember How

'ard it was to make her smile

But I knew if I took the chance

That I could make my wife to dance

Sister come visit, Eden'd be happy for a while.

But still October made me quiver

With every paper I'd deliver

On the Grace College doorstep

I couldn't take any more prep

I remember that I cried

Hearing about my stranded Bride

But my going lightly got them all inside

The day Kirstie's visit flied

So...

Fly Fly Miss American Pie

Drove my Hondo to the pond oh but the pond was dry

Them good young gals drinking tap water oh my

Singing “wonder who'll be the lucky Kiwi guy?”

Did sisters write the book of love

And do you have faith in God above

Because Eden told you so?

Now that she believes her Kiwi-Roll

Can your visit save your sisterhood soul?..

Since 'twas me taught her how to dance real slow...

Well, you know that my love is all vain

Cause you saw Eden joyful in her pain

Yeah we'd both kicked off our shoes

To stream our Stony Glen kissed news

I now a happily married Kiwi buck

With two kids but no pickup truck

But I knew I was in for luck

The day Kirstie's visit flied

I started singing...

Hi Hi Miss American Pie

Drive my Hondo to the pond oh how our pond ain't dry

Them good young gals drinking my lattes on the sly

Singing “if he don't ask we won't need to lie...”

Now for ten days we've been on our own

Andrew grows fat gnawing a chicken bone

But that's not how it used to be

When Kirstie sang for the King and Queen

In a coat you borrowed from the Howard team

And a voice that came from you not me

Oh yeah while this King was looking down

You, sister, tried to steal my crown

My courtroom was adjourned

My verdicts were spurned

And while you sang like a lark

Your American quartet playing in the park

I hung nappies without a bark

The days of your visit multiplied!

And I was singing...

Why Why Miss American Pie

Drove my Honda to Waihi beach but the tide it was high

This good ole boy drinking coke on the sly

Singing “give me a break or I'll die...”

Oh, there we weren't at our Christmas place

Generations found in farming space

With no time left to start again

So come on John be nimble, John be slick

John be humble - oh I feel sick

Cause sisters are the 'hood's only friend

And as I write upon this page

My hands are clenched in fists of rage

No angel born in heaven

Can break your sisterhood leaven!

But as your plane climbed high in the Eve's night

My world it soon came back aright

I saw myself laughing with delight

The day your visit died

I was singing...

Bye Bye Miss American Pie

Drive your Hondo to sisters pond oh too bad it's now dry

This good ole boy has bigger fish to fry

Singing “give 'em space yeah let 'em cry...”

But now my gal sings the blues

And I asked her what was the bad news

But she just shied and turned away

I went down to my prayer room

Where I'd first hummed up your visit tune

But the God-man said another visit wouldn't play

And in our street our children screamed

My Lovely cried, this Poet dreamed

But not a word was spoken

Christineden's belle was broken

And the three men I admire most

Me, Myself and I won't toast

Your catching a plane for the East Coast

The day Kirsties visit died

And now we're singing...

What she wrote...

Why Why Miss American Pie?

Drive our Hondo to our tear-pond oh our tear-pond ain't dry

Us good ole dears still sipping port on the sly

Singing "c'mon sister; a return flight here buy!"

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