With orchard groves of trees
And you stopped to get me gooseberries
To be savoured succulently.
Many passersby stopped to ask
What I was munching
Where should I start
And I hailed the cab of life
Spearheaded by my dapperest guy.
You held out your hand to me
And I must say quite piquantly
That having you by my side
Meant that I could conquer the world!
I was so shame-faced by my past
As accolade upon accolade
Dressed up my bar
And I gave the winning speech
In my gown
Not crying, without a frown.
The road was bumpy ahead
And many hailed the cab
In your stead
But the chiefly reserved spot
I kept for you
So that you could change
In and hop on two by two.
We looked pretty a couple of
Idiots in love,
Held fast and long
By a hand above
And surely as you know
The baker made buns
And the butcher a stew
And very soon
We were at the feast of life
Two idiots in love
Without strife.
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