I Can'T Elope
I can't elope with him,
when you're the apple of my eye.
So, don't be a gooseberry green,
and hurt my feelings to make me cry.
Currant-ly, now, I'm dreaming,
of being your precious Honeydew.
So, don't think he a-peels to me,
for Darling, I'm plum in love with you!
We could build a house on Strawberry Lane,
you and I, in our own caper-ous stew.
So, I'm raisin' my hopes high,
that on a set date, you'll say, "...forever, I do!"
Paw-paw is slow to give us his blessing,
as nervously your palms sweat.
So, indulge him, his corny tales of old,
then, Sweet Pea, just tell him, I can't elope- yet!
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