I buy, she cooks, i eat
we have a perfect deal
from cakes to salads and with meat
she makes a perfect meal

I bring, she knits, i wear
her jumpers keep me warm
and though i look bit like a bear
I've survived every storm

I sit, she talks, i nod
about things sentimental
and at least she believes in God
not something transcendental

I mix, she pours, we drink
often one after another
we laugh, we sing that now i think
it's time i move in with your mother