Hey Arnold: Helga's poem

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The Boy I Love

He looks at me and I swoon,

He brushes past me and I almost faint,

I look at him and my brain starts to play a tune,

Why does he have to be such a perfect little saint?

He is the boy I adore.

Why is my stomach fluttering like a dove?

I want all of him and more.

He is the boy I love.