Behold the way our fine feathered friend
His virtue doth parade
Thou know'st not, my ***-witted friend,
The picture thou hast made?
Thy vacant brow and thy tousled hair
Conceal thy good intent
While upright, truthful, sincere,
And slightly dopey,
gent,
You're my funny Valentine,
Sweet comic Valentine.
You make me smile with my heart.
Is your figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little weak When you open it to speak?
Are you smart?
Each day is Valentine's.
