Four
(sung to the fourshortened (PUN! PUN! PUN!!!!) tune of 'Maria')
Four.
That girl on this blog -- she's called 'Four'.
It seems like such a shame, an unassuming name, for her.
Four.
I hold no ire towards #4.
but she's the sort of chick, no Harry, Tom, nor Dick,* but more!
Oh, Four!
Though her title's monosyllabic,
As a person, she's polysyllabic. . .
Four,
I hope this makes sense to you, Four!
Four!
Four!
Fooooouuuuuur!
Fo-o-our!
Fo-o-our!
Fo-oooo-or!
Four --
This song's late, not great, and not enough to celebrate
FOOOOOOUUUUUUUR!
Wondrous Four, As my sorry attempt at a birthday song illustrates, your countless virtues are not easily abridged.
The truth is, you've got it all -- and it's hard to edit 'all'.
You are truly awesome
(as in 'you inspire awe', not 'duuude, that sweet P2P is totes awes' (<-- I have no idea what that means)).
We love you.
PS! In case you didn't see her before, check out this stylin 20-year old in the NYT style section!
*there's a non-offensive reason for this star to be there, trust me.
