I am aware, that you ascend to hights,
Where, normally, people fly only kites.
Consider then, that I’m but a young girl,
A novice in the literary world.

Although neither your blood nor skin are blue,
Your songs have made my life start anew
And though your humor is a bit perverse,
I do enjoy your starbound universe.

Are you a lark or type of nightingale?
Or a bold eagle swooping through the vale?
May I compare you to the Arcadian hare?
I will send you a panda teddy bear.

Your eye is of a hazelnut-brown hue,
Your ears like cherry blossoms from Ling Pu,
Your teeth shine bright, like diamonds in the sand.
Is this the realm once nicknamed Andyland?

It is well known, that you would all forsake
For an exotic kiss given for Beauty’s sake,
But don’t you see, that a young Eastern maid
Must of such stormy passion be afraid?

Don’t look askance, if I seem a bit shy
And don’t immediately to Vienna fly.
Fulfill, o please, my heart’s true wish to have
My own signed Andy Anders autograph!