If roses can be red and violets
can be blue and I love you
but you love Drew, our loves
cannot be shared the way I want
to, but don’t worry there’s
room for two, first there comes
tick then tock then everyone
runs amok, but don’t worry I’ve got the
lock and you possess the key.
Would it be okay if we marry?

Ten years later we all sit down
all sixteen children of the Browns
we sit and wait for someone
to mention the crown. Oh yes
the crown in the town next to
the Greyhound

You see if you take a minute
you realize that the people of
Roundville go straight for the prize

In your eyes