Dana never could remember what was proper to say
His only concern ever was to make someone's day.
So when Dana saw a girl, as lonely as could be,
He walked up to that girl, and that girl was me.
"Hello," said Dana, sticking out his hand,
"I'm Dana, and you are far from bland.
I hope that boyfriend of yours treats you right,
If not he'll definitely have me to fight."
"Oh, but I don't have a boyfriend," I timidly said.
That was unbelievable in Dana's head.
It was clear to me from what I saw then
That David was different from ordinary men.
His face was scruffy, and his clothe ill kempt
He talked slowly so I could understand what he meant.
Dana had autism and that was easy to see,
But Dana the Day-maker is no different than me.