Soul, soul, who stole the soul? A blushing kid,   But you're never too old      I once loved a girl, met her at a dance   Presented her proudly with the Flowers of romance   All signs were good, I took her at her word   Like thousands before me, I came with a glance      Left there that night, no numbers did I get   Over the next two days I schemed and I wept   An army of monkeys dialing random artifacts   The monkeys they failed, the number's secret was kept      Told myself "you're a fool," but at my task I remained   Spared no pain on those monkeys   By my wit they were maimed   Ran into her down south of this charming town   Noted the response "haven't I seen you around?"