If only I could stare into your deep blue eyes forever,
that I might get a glimpse into your soul.

If you'd dance with me once more,
so I can feel your hands on my waist.

And if you’d kiss me,
I'm afraid you'd make me believe in love.

Like two lips,
pursed together,
but in a smile.

The petals are smooth -
coloured in silky shades
of red or pink
or perhaps a
vibrant cerise.

He buys me these flowers
every anniversary
to remind me

of his deep
and enduring love.

Five pennies make a nickel
oh to trade for giant pickle.
Deal a deal a shiny button
In exchange for slice o mutton.
If me be a little silly
Swap it out for *** of jelly.
And if I sound a great big ******
change it for some peanut butter.  
Trade my outhouse by the  moat
For a topped- off gravy boat.
And me plenty, many worries
For a  plate of huckleberries.
Replace me dreams of good eats
For some REAL potted meats.
And me sad wants and wishes
For food filled up dinner dishes.
Trade roof forever leaking
For  a bucket of fried chicken.
And faucet missing gasket
For a filled up picnic basket.
Barter socks stiff and holey
For a Mexican bowl of mole'
Swap a dish rag smells a funny
For a jar of good old honey.
What I'm saying I so poor
I just want to eat some more.
Be willing barter piece me soul
Ultimately want my tummy full.

If you return,
do not knock,
the door has memorized your hands.

If you leave,
do not turn back,
the wind carries only forward.

The bees of Brazil
Their there still
Still the bees
And still the Brazil.

But should they grow ill
The bees of Brazil
Should they grow ill
They'd no longer fulfill
They'd all just be nil.

There'd be no more hunny
It wouldn't be funny
There'd be no more money
It wouldn't be too sunny... anymore.

But today - anyway
They still take their fill
The bees of Brazil
They go where they will
... Until