A gypsy met a jeweler
And they became instant friends
Like children playing in a tree
(They were not K I S S I N G)
The thing kept growing
The talk kept flowing
All up the boroughs each day
And it was bliss to exist
In the cherry tree we'd sit
Among the pink blossoms and leaves
A boy and girl can play in the canopy
But a man and a woman?
Up in a tree?
It is outrageous society