Maria-Antzela Zilia

she climbs a tree and scrapes her knee her dress has got a tear she waltzes on her way to mass and whistles on the stair and underneath her wimple she has curlers in her hair i even heard her singing in the abbey she's always late for chapel but her penitence is real she's always late for everything except for every meal i hate to have to say it but i very firmly feel maria's not an asset to the abbey i'd like to say a word in her behalf maria makes me laugh how do you solve a problem like maria? how do you catch a cloud and pin it down? how do you find a word that means maria? a flibbertijibbet! a will-o'-the wisp! a clown! many a thing you know you'd like to tell her many a thing she ought to understand but how do you make her stay and listen to all you say how do you keep a wave upon the sand oh, how do you solve a problem like maria? how do you hold a moonbeam in your hand? when i'm with her i'm confused out of focus and bemused and i never know exactly where i am unpredictable as weather she's as flighty as a feather she's a darling! she's a demon! she's a lamb! she'd outpester any pest drive a hornet from its nest she could throw a whirling dervish out of whirl she is gentle! she is wild! she's a riddle! she's a child! she's a headache! she's an angel! she's a girl! how do you solve a problem like maria? how do you catch a cloud and pin it down? how do you find a word that means maria? a flibbertijibbet! a will-o'-the wisp! a clown! many a thing you know you'd like to tell her many a thing she ought to understand but how do you make her stay and listen to all you say how do you keep a wave upon the sand oh, how do you solve a problem like maria? how do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?