Oh my one, I'm so happy

That you've got so far

I know the good, the great

Is working you like a charm.

Oh my one, rushing away

With a bag full of bones

I know the place you left

Still won't leave you alone.

The crow, the cat, the bird and the bee

I'm sure they would agree

That my one is falling for tricks,

Smoke and mirrors playing your wit.

A hue and cry waiting to blow

Under your skin, wherever you go

Still I wish that I knew

The taste of something that good.