> > From New Zealand there is she
> > The one we know as Brunnen-G
> > Her poetry astounds us all
> > When she's around, we have a ball
> > Often her red hair excites Dave
> > When she's an op she doesn't always behave
> > Everyone loves her, from here to Chattanooga
> > (Though 20q thinks she's a beluga)
> > It's her birthday today, as by now you're aware
> > This was just to show we care
> >
> > -eric "Dr. Morris Seussil Glalet" sleator
> > Tue 25 Jul A.D. 2000
>
> Thank you eric, you're a good writer for a duck.
> For my birthday I got a new camera (from Puck)
> And to a really nice restaurant he took me, with some others
> Who were my sister, my father, his grandma and both our mothers
> But I have to correct some of your facts there,
> Because at the moment I don't have red hair,
> It probably will be again once it grows out,
> But right now it's half brown, a quarter black, a bit of red, and more grey than I like to think about
> (But now that I'm older and wiser, my new determinant
> Is to check first that the bottle doesn't say "permanent")
> And also I got the new Harry Potter book,
> At which I haven't yet even had a chance to look,
> This is a really bad poem because I'm making it up as I type,
> So quite a lot of it might not even rhyme.
>

Gosh darn it! What is a girl supposed to do? How many heroes am I allowed to have????