She was feeling a little depressed down by the pond.
When up to her swam a beautiful swan.
The swan said, I use to feel depressed like you.
And I really didn't know what to do.
But I looked at the beauty and wonder of the sky so blue.
Then my soul felt so brand new.

She has the face of love.
The beauty of a white dove.
The scent of a red rose.
A sweet spirit that God chose.
A love of charity giving.
A zest for clean and religious living.

She wanders through the night alone.
Wondering why she ever left home.
But things had gone so wrong.
Daily life made her want to moan.
She thought that it was better to just drift.
And not worry about the what-ifs.

She tried to be happy but it was in vain.
So she went outside and kissed the rain.
She let the raindrops fall on her tongue.
Then her heart began singing a happy song.
Summer wind and rain, nothing could go wrong.
The summer rain felt like a happy home.

She told him that he was her secret love.
He told her that he already knew.
For he felt it too.
A love feeling that was so true.
Who would have knew.
While she was peeking at him.
He was peeking at her too.

Grandpa Jack loved black-eyed peas.
He could really slurp down macaroni and cheese.
He could eat a whole apple pie.
And gnaw on barbecue spare ribs while drinking a large beer mug dry.
He loved green apples fresh off the trees.
You could smell his green apple farts on the breeze.

He was busy as a bee.
Looking at all the pretty honies that he could see.
Whistling at all the ones that came his way.
Made it such a beautiful day.
He knew that he had it made.
Seeing all the honies on parade.