And like twenty little coats of green.
Of a noble strive to the maple leave,
So ship the pins and ‘nip’ a ‘pin’! !
For life is full of the sunshine of love,
And like twenty little coats of blue.
Who the cap fits must surely wear it,
And who my love touches must surely come to me;
But like twenty little coats of red by the seashore,
For the ‘spam’ had affected the ‘maps’!
Try to bath your wife if you want to,
And to ‘spat’ the ‘taps’ will lead you to your secret muse;
But try to ship the pins to me as mandated.