When I cross my heart and hope to die to wonder when or if and why
she is the one and I'm so shy?

I close my eyes imagining a word beginning
with,
I spy love then I sigh
the world is my onion no wonder I cry,

the older I get the more salt over my shoulder
I throw
I know it's crazy and dumb and
some
say the boy is not plumb,

such are the ways when we wander through days
when she wanders through me
it's the best company
I could wish for.