Ole and his strong wife Lena, Distant on their pathway grew, And life between grew meaner, Silent in the house, it's true.
One day the Pastor came to say He'd heard a thing or two about them, Sat at the table in a listening way While Lena spouted about men.
Pastor Inqvist finally gave a shrug And walked around the table slowly, Had Lena stand and gave a hug, And looked down from his height at Ole.
"This is what she needs my friend, A big hug every day, to end her sorrow," And Ole cleared his throat and said, "What time will you be here tomorrow?"
Heard this on the radio this morning and had to make it rhyme.