Leyla Lee

I’ve met a girl in these resent days,
And over my mind, she’s throw a haze.
When I hear the name, I’m weak in the knees,
When I hear the name, of Leyla lee.

With lovely hair, of auburn satin,
With the flaring temper of the Latin.
With flashing eyes which burn like coal,
Like a long lost treasure, like a chest of gold.

A Spanish rose, growing among the cracks,
“Oh how lovely’” but these are the facts.
Seeds throw aside, though precious and rare,
Her roots are shallow, with no gardener to care.

Alas, she’ll journey to a place I know not,
And when she thinks of me, she’ll think I forgot.
But when I am old, and weak in the knees,
I’ll pick up some roses, and dream, of sweet Leyla Lee.©

George Henry Nichols

The Frog

I am a heal, I am a dawg,

And if you were a witch.

I’d be a frog.



A most deserving thing, for me to be,

For the terrible deed, I did to thee.



And a frog I’d be, yes, for evermore,

For the girls, they don’t kiss frogs,

Anymore. ©



George Henry Nichols

Ole to a Dead Man

From the Book

The life, Times & Adventures of

Sir George Henry Nichols

Vol. III

Janette, Janette, Sweet Lady Janette,

How I long to be with you, and the day that we met.

The years have been many, and the years have been fast,

I should be in my grave; I should be covered in grass.

My bones should be bleached, laid out in my grave,

Nor should I hear the rumble, of each coming wave.

My cronies are dead, Yes my women are too,

As I’m walking the beach, just thinking of you.

There are nights I awaken, a tremble with fear,

With words in my ear, Captain, Oh Captain, the surf I hear!

Lady Victoria came hard to the beach,

And in just an instance, my life’s out of reach.

I don’t know what happened that night on the beach,

I don’t know what happened, but to you I do reach.

For my crew is all dead now, yet I did not die,

Janette, sweet Lady Janette, please tell me why? ©

George Henry Nichols

Blue Blazin Jeannie

I once knew a girl named Blue Blazen Jeannie,

With the boys at her feet, and Oh they were many.

She’d toss ‘em aside, you’d think they were frogs,

She treats them no better, than the ole neighbor’s dawg.

With lips like cherries, and eyes of green and gold,

She breaks their hearts, and never knows it, is the story I’m told.

She drives a little truck, a Blue Blazen Chevy,

On Saturday nights, when the moon is full, she goes blazen down the levee.

So if you go out cruising on a Saturday night,

You just might fall in love a sittin’ at the light.

Dreamin’ of those cherry lips, and eyes of green and gold,

Before you realize the light is green, Oh Jeannie has stolen your soul.

While you get your wit together, and your eyes back in your socket,

Blue Blazen Jeannie has left you there, left you, like a rocket.

All you’ll see are red tail lights, a fading in the night,

And you realize, you’re heart’s been broken, just a sittin’ at the light.

So you spend your nights in search of her in that Blue Blazen Chevy,

And all the while heartbreaker Jeannie is blazen down the levee.

Although the broken hearts on the boulevard, they’re numbers are many,

I can’t help but be in love, with Ole Blue Blazen Jeannie. ©

George Henry Nichols

T'is Just a Rose

A most beautiful thing,

Tis the Rose.

Among the thorns there,

She is posed.

A most daring thing,

Yes, I suppose,

To reach in there, and

Pick the Rose. ©

George Henry Nichols

Katy

Katy darling Katy how brilliant are your eyes?

All aglow with wonder and teaming with surprise!

Oh Daddy! Oh Daddy! Please take me to the mall.

For I hear there is a contest, Yes, its beauty that they call.



My hair is fine with waves of blonde, my eyes are clear and bright.

And you and Mom have always said, I have something of angelic Light.

Please take me to the mall my father, please take me right away.

For they’re having a call of beauty, They’re having it right today.


I will walk upon the runway father, and toss my fine blonde hair,

And at the judges my eyes I’ll bat, as though I haven’t got a care.

So take me to the mall my father, your pretty little girl,

And I will make you proud of me, as brilliant as a pearl

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My father? He sighs and moans and drinks a ton of Mylanta.

For my beauty is now known from Semi Nole to Atlanta!

And he says to me “my beautiful pearl, I have a mighty hard old stick,

And any boys who look at you, Their asses I will Kick! ©


George Henry Nichols Summer of ‘92

Mary had a Little Lamb

Mary had a little lamb;

She ground it up and made some jam,

She feed it to her cousin Fred,

Who liked it spread upon rye bread.

He fed it to his wife named Marge,

But it made her spread out like a barge.

So they fed it to the kids,

But all their hair fell out, and they had to buy them wigs.

So they fed it to the dawg that night,

But that stupid dawg he lost his sight,

So they fed it to the cat the very next day,

But that cat, he died, yes dead away.

So if you have a lamb,

I’d advise you don’t make Lamb jam.

Cause all that Mary ate were figs,

And she’s the one who sold them wigs. ©

George Henry Nichols