'Pillows of Love’
How lovely it’d be to hold you
Those baby crocs upon my lap
To squeeze and hug and woo you
Lovely flower's blossom cap
How sweet it'd be to cull you
To hold and love
T'is sweet amour
And always call my only
Someone "sweet as light"
Beholden to my dreams at night. . .
Knowing she’s badder than 'Annie Oakley’