The Favourite Neighbour
The tone of your voice has quite a nice ring,
Your countenance appealing when you frown,
Your eyes is heart-warming in cosy brown;
You're a breath of fresh air in lovely Spring,
You're a gorgeous melody when you sing;
The one that I want in my wedding gown,
With no one but you I'd rather be thrown.
The one who pulls a chord on my heart-string,
Manners so charming, I can't let you go.
The good life in rain, snow, even wet sleet,
I tenderly wipe a drop off your brow;
You're my favourite neighbour up my street,
To my parents, you're the one that I'd show.
Take long walks with you, I have happy feet.