May I
Oh, please may I
Be your bride today
Surely I
Oh yes, surely I
Will mend your shirt today

Pop goes the weasel
He’s such a teasel
And a very naughty boy
He got in so much trouble
He suddenly became a bubble
And a child’s (little) toy

Why are people
So cruel?
I don’t understand
Why
Is there something
They don’t like?
Is it something
That someone did?
Please help me
Understand

Here I am
There you are
Our minds are
Straying too far
You say I’m jealous
I say you cheat
We both want
Each other to defeat
We fight
You hit
I say we’ve
Fallen in a pit

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