Clarice, the most beautiful girl in the world

From a drawing studio onto the screen she was hurled

 

When you sing with you voice of a bird

My hearth fills with mirth

 

When I saw you first, I was speechless

Never before had I seen such wonderful mistress

 

Your gentle soul, your hearth of gold

With you I’d like to grow old

 

You charmed the ‘munks in but a flash

And for that, you where even paid cash

 

Even while you are more than fifty years old

It’s definite, my hearth is sold

 

I’m grateful you are still on my tape

But fear that day of VCR rape

 

What to do if you were overwritten?

It’s worse than a mouse eaten by a kitten

 

And the tape is already old

Maybe unto DVD you could be mold?

 

But I don’t have the money for that

And Disney won’t do it, it drives me mad

 

But right now, everything is okay

I won’t have to worry for today

 

But how can I ever reach you?

I’m a human, no matter what I do

 

You’re a chipmunk, and animated as well

If I could be like you,  that would be swell

 

Even if I were like you

And ask you for a date, what would you do?

 

Would you let me down

Like a chocolate stain on you nightgown?

 

I don’t know what I would do then

But I assure you I’ll always be your fan