Once upon a time...

Once upon a time, it's said
there was a man named Kip
who would spend all day in bed

Nothing was wrong with him. No he wasn't sick
But all day and all night he won't move a tick

What is the matter? Oh what's there to do?
Are you sure that he hasn't acquired the flu?

But Kip stayed in Bed. Little they knew

Kip wasn't sick he was feeling okay
It was just real tiring to go day to day
Without anybody to cuddle at night
All that Kip wanted on earth was a wife
She needn't be pretty she needn't be gum
He just wanted someone who knows she's someone
Somebody special that would draw them near
When he'd call her "darling" she'd call him "dear"


All day and all night he would dream of his one
Dream of them frolicking under the sun
Picnics together in the garden with tea
He'd call her "darling" and there she would be

A love they would have that would last for all time
A subject for poetry - a subject sublime
He'd tickle her belly and she'd rub on his head
He'd call her "darling" wherever they tread

When dreaming about her he'd search for a sign
That merry romancing would come by in time
The stars were all beautify set out in the sky
And he'd say "look darling!" and she'd say "my my!"

Kip lay there each day with a smile on his face
He was doing the right thing he's not a disgrace
For he never doubted that she would appear
And he'd call her "darling" and she'd call him "dear"