[Jerusha Abbott]
I've been thinking about you a great deal
Having someone take an interest in me after all these years
Well

I feel like I belong to somebody now
A kind of family
I feel like I belong to somebody now
A guiding hand
A soul who takes an interest in my welfare!
A friend who takes an interest in my life!
I feel like I belong to somebody now
A kind of angel
I feel like I belong to something more
Than just a school

But when I think of you
I know so little
I can only think of three things
You're tall, you're rich, and you hate girls

I guess I could call you
Mr Girl Hater
Mr Girl Hater
But that's too insulting
To me
It would never do
Or I could call you
Dear Mr Rich Man
Thanks, Mr Rich Man
But that's too insulting
To you

And you might not be rich for that much longer!
But I'm pretty sure you'll stay tall
So I'll call you
Dear Daddy Long Legs
Old Daddy Long Legs
I'll keep calling you

I hope you don't mind
Daddy Long Legs
It's just a pet name
We won't tell a soul, no!

The bell sounds I must go

Yours
Jerusha Abbott
Whose education is underwritten
By a man I lovingly call
Mr Hitching Post
Clothes Pole
Daddy Long Legs...
Smith
We have to do something about that name, Daddy!