The young Lass from Pitt Meadows

There was once a young lass from Pitt Meadows 
Who liked to hold doors open for her fellows 
As she lets her steep Wallisch is creeping 
She always has a mischievous look about her 
As the lass struts her stuff about the halls back to her safe haven 
Mr. Turkey skin races to the door 
The young lass’s day was made better except for the squished toe 
The lass’s day was always good when she sees the coolest clique she knows even when on a caffeine high 
The clique makes the day go faster 
All through the young lass will be leaving she knows she will surely 
Remember the memories that they made 
She says she will be back one day 
Which the clique are surely dreading the day