Oh, to be maying this cool sun-snapped day, Temperately faultless and fair. † Oh, to be roaming this rare day in May ~ † Oh, how I wish you were there. †
Oh, to be with you as spring bids its bye † And as summer is saluted, yet still... † Oh, you were with me as often I try † To think of you out on the hill. † † I remember you with me, faithful and true, † Oh you, how loyal and sound; † Alert when I whistled and ever I knew † Oh you, a prince of a hound. † † Oh, to be maying as memories awaken ~ † ...
I wish I was a tin man Out there cutting wood; I'd rely upon the lube can To keep my elbows good. All day I'd task and toil Until it's time for tea, And then I'd take a squirt of oil To keep my knee joints free.
I'd dream about a girlfriend, My dreams then turn to dust; I comprehend at daytime's end I'm just a heap of rust. I'll never find a maid of tin, It's tearing me apart, As when I search my soul, within, I find I have no heart.