Thine love is mine.
Thine heart with mine entwine, love.
My soul for thee doth pine.
Thine eye doth shine.
Thine life with mine combine, love.
Thou art my valentine.
Lips like apple wine.
Face like kalsomine (oh, fine).
My clinging vine,
My voice for thee doth whine.
You're older than Auld Lang Syne.
Twinkle, twinkle little star,
How you wonder who I am.
Way up in the sky, so low,
You're a better man than I am, oh, by Jove.
The polar bear sleeps in his little bearskin.
He sleeps very well, I am told.
Last night I slept in my little bare skin,
And I got a heck of a cold
Pease Porridge hot,
Pease porridge cold,
Pease porridge in the pot
Nine days old. Peehew!