OUT OF THIS WORLD WEDNESDAY

In the distant future past.

On a planet far ago,

Lived a Glirkazoid named Gary,

Who would always say, "hello,"

To every little creature,

That he met along his way,

As he strolled along the glidewalk,

That he traveled every day.

His violet heart was beating fast,

He knew that soon he'd see,

A sight that made him happy,

And filled his life with glee,

That perked up his antennas,

Each day upon his hike,

The beautiful, sweet, 

Lady Mim, riding her pink bike.

She rode past him every morning,

When the Glirkan sun turned blue,

And he didn't know just what to say,

Or what he had to do,

To make her stop and chat a bit,

Or maybe share a bite,

This lovely, charming,

Lady Mim, riding her pink bike.

The gloggies never barked at her,

They knew that she was nice,

She lived near by a country lake,

A little paradise,

The sight of Mim and her bright smile,

Made even the purtles take flight,

They'd fly up high,

For Lady Mim, riding her pink bike.

Gary said, "This is the day 

that I will find the nerve, 

To share the feelings in my heart,

When she slows for this curve,"

But the only thing that he could do,

Was smile and wave in fright,

To the sweet and lovely,

Lady Mim, riding her pink bike.