The Danish Girl

There once was a Danish girl who came from cross the pond

Her skin was pale and her hair was blonde

She was friendly and nice yet sensitive and shy

She’d run 5 mi then scarf a pizza without batting an eye

Her sweet tooth was legendary and her timing on point

Always eager to please and never one to disappoint

Her trip was short but the laughs were long

Her presence still lingers, our friendships will stay strong

So we’ll toast to her and remember the good times

The sweet and the sour, the lemons and limes

We’re connected now, that much is true

You started off as a guest and became family too

So call us if you need anything, the door’s always open

We’ll see you soon though I’m sure, in your neighbourhood I’m hopin.