Since Hannah Moved Away

　　by Judith Viorst

　　 The tires on my bike are flat.

　　 The sky is grouchy gray.

　　 At least it sure feels like that

　　 Since Hanna moved away.

　　 Chocolate ice cream tastes like prunes.

　　 December's come to stay.

　　 They've taken back the Mays and Junes

　　 Since Hanna moved away.

　　 Flowers smell like halibut.

　　 Velvet feels like hay.

　　 Every handsome dog's a mutt

　　 Since Hanna moved away.

　　 Nothing's fun to laugh about.

　　 Nothing's fun to play.

　　 They call me， but I won't come out

　　 Since Hanna moved away.