I met a girl
A girl who’s tall
A girl who’s tall named Marisol
She was born in France
She likes to dance
She always wears pink yoga pants
Her lovebird, Claire
Sits in her hair
And she takes that lovebird everywhere
My my Marisol
My my Marisol
My my Marisol
My my Marisol
I met a boy
A boy who’s short
A boy who’s short named Minimort
He wears a hat
Upon his head
And he likes olives with his bread
But he had a problem
He couldn’t get up
To the topmost shelf
Where he kept his sup
My my Minimort
My my Minimort
My my Marisol
My my Marisol
But then Minimort met Marisol
He said to her,
“My my, you’re tall!”
“Could you help me out?
Give a guy a hand?
I just can’t reach that olive can”
“Of course!” She said,
“And could you help me?
Cause I have trouble when I bend my knees,
And that lower shelf is out of reach.
Could you help me get that
Juicy peach?”
My my Marisol
My my Marisol
My my Marisol
My my Marisol
So she reached up
And he bent down
And they shared their treats
Sitting on the ground
A delicious peach,
Olives, bread
And the lovebird sat
On Marisol’s head
Then Minimort cheered
“Hey, look at that!”
And Claire flew over
To Minimort’s hat!
My my Marisol
Fly fly Marisol
And when they both were done . . .
They did a dance . . .
And they said, “Merci” . . .
Like they do in France . . .
And they both agreed . . .
It was a very good day . . .
Then they got in a car . . .
And they drove away . . .
Now Marisol helps Minimort
And Minimort helps Marisol
One is tall and one is short
And together they can do it all!
My my Marisol
My my Marisol
Fly fly Marisol
My my Marisol
My my Marisol
My my Marisol
Fly fly Marisol
My my Marisol
