Oh, lovely lady on the wall,
When great Da Vinci painted you
He must have known you would enthrall
A waiting world, its faith renew.
Your smile, your eyes, your gentle hands
Attract my glance when I am near.
Your soul looks out and understands
My every hope, my every fear.
Though I might wander far and wide,
From Texas to the tower of Pisa,
Still I’ll return to live beside
My friend, the Mona Lisa.
March 27, 1938