LITTLE SONG FOR NINA
My life is but a can of beer,
Deposit paid am I,
except when you are oh so near,
you envoy from on high.
My navel’s flab, my belly’s girth,
whose growth I daily fear,
you swear are things of greatest worth –
to me you’re always dear!
But how can ever I extol
your figure without flaw?
I drink your body of its soul
in hipflask swigs galore.
You are my life, my daily bread,
You are my dearest dear.
I’m but a bloke who’s overfed,
who’s standing far too near.
I know that this is of the past.
Another’s your sweet dear.
But you have taught me love at last,
to me you’re always near.
My life is but a can of beer,
Deposit paid am I,
except when you are oh so near,
you envoy from on high.
My navel’s flab, my belly’s girth,
whose growth I daily fear,
you swear are things of greatest worth –
to me you’re always dear!
But how can ever I extol
your figure without flaw?
I drink your body of its soul
in hipflask swigs galore.
You are my life, my daily bread,
You are my dearest dear.
I’m but a bloke who’s overfed,
who’s standing far too near.
I know that this is of the past.
Another’s your sweet dear.
But you have taught me love at last,
to me you’re always near.
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