There was a place, 627 Clay Street in Bowling Green Kentucky. 
Your dad would take you there on your birthday if you were lucky. 

A stately brick house. Well manicured and kept. 
Rumored a place where many a boy and business man slept. 

If you came by, the milk can was on the street
You just kept on walking with your two feet

In the blink of an eye the can was on the porch. 
For six dollars you could go in and light your torch. 

No kinder or most gracious lady could ever be found. 
Her heart was made of pure gold giving much to the town. 

Coats needed at the local elementary school. 
She didn’t hesitate a minute to obey the golden rule. 

The local officials all left Pauline alone. 
They were most afraid their names would become known. 

For the many years she serviced the town. 
The towns people let her wear her Glorious Crown.