‘Well, howdy. I’m so pleased
You could meet me here today’
Are, in my mind, the words I trust
That Dolly’d likely say.
Her welcoming demeanor,
A hallmark of her style,
Is bound to make a person
Want to sit and stay a while.
She doesn’t put on pretense
Or worry ‘bout the rules,
And those who offer insults
I’ll bet she’d count as fools.
She’s never been a bragger.
Her charm is bona fide.
Her loving smile is bound
To make a guest feel warm inside.
I’d really love to meet her;
I know it would be sweet.
My guess is she’s the nicest gal
You’d ever hope to meet.
You could meet me here today’
Are, in my mind, the words I trust
That Dolly’d likely say.
Her welcoming demeanor,
A hallmark of her style,
Is bound to make a person
Want to sit and stay a while.
She doesn’t put on pretense
Or worry ‘bout the rules,
And those who offer insults
I’ll bet she’d count as fools.
She’s never been a bragger.
Her charm is bona fide.
Her loving smile is bound
To make a guest feel warm inside.
I’d really love to meet her;
I know it would be sweet.
My guess is she’s the nicest gal
You’d ever hope to meet.
© 2025 Teresa Miles Kephart
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