In this college town br three girls of Spring are fresh bread br brown before the noon of May. br br In pink and yellow frocks, br with hair unfurling in the breeze, br they laugh and glisten in the sun br br and like good daughters wave br to the old professor on a bench br who's waiting for the end of day. br br He waves back and smiles his best, br knowing girls like these, once close, br now wander many miles away.