I went ga-ga on Gertude,
In those heady days of my youth,
She was a cracker of a girl,
She rocked and she swirled.

There were other boys;
For she was quite a sight;
Whom I had to put aside,
To take her to cinema on my bike.

After the youthful brouhaha,
After the usual college brawls,
I thought I had won her over,
And I started to walk tall.

Yet one day I came to know,
My Gertude was mine no more,
She had moved across the coast,
With her folks; looking for gold.