Dear Mr. Kim Jung Il

In Korea I wish to be
for there I might see
a man so fine
that I want him to be mine
In a tan uniform
he takes the world by storm
Black rimmed glasses
Does he make passes
at all those western gilrs
who must flock to him like squirrels
my hear beats fast
whenever he goes past
I fear it might be the last
Nuclear Weapons you want
But I think that is just a stunt
a good woman you need
your heart I can read
Oh please Kim Jung Il let me be the one
to make your life more fun
I could love you for eternity
with all certainty