She just so happened to be there that day,
as I was taking a stroll around Glenforest Bay.
So I decided to go and greet her there,
and I told her my name was Sally O’Hare.
“Nice to meet you,” she said with a smile,
and she claimed she had lived somewhere near the Nile.
But of course I knew her words were lies;
she was a pale little thing with ocean-like eyes.
Yet I dared to ask, “Who are you, ma’am?”
And she replied with, “Just me. Just me, I am.”
“Just Me,” I addressed her in a mocking way,
“will you be here tomorrow, right by the bay?”
“Of course,” she answered with a sly little grin,
and off she went, with a small tilt of her chin.
So I came for her the very next day,
but Just Me was nowhere in sight at Glenforest Bay.