You betcha, Baby!

Sorry to hear about your close pyrotechnic escape, darlin’ – hope you made it out unsinge-ed. Yes, save those fireworks for later – along with the fruit and the sexual preferences and the - come to think of it, we got us a lot of gettin’ to laters to get to, and you can bet every last one of ‘em is bein’ savored and salivated over…oooh, Bud – you’ve got me all a-tinglin’ all over what with those latin lovin’ words like sine qua non and all, not to mention slow and easy and nibble and gennelman and and and bbbone…I’ma gonna take that bluechip raincheck and place it careful like under my sun hat or better yet inside my underwear drawer where it will lay safe till you tell me I can redeem it for that drive down the lane…to the Falls…sometimes you put together words so just so it skips my heart a beat with the thrill and I can’t help readin’ them over and over never tirin’ of over…


Love, love, when you're in love
The world is your balloon
Rain is confetti rain
The moon's a lantern moon
Glow-worms are footlights in the clover
For they know
Life's a bang-up show
Why should it irk us?
Ain't it a circus?
Yours is the gate that swings
To clowns and tinkerbells
Yours is the hope on wings
The heart on carousels
Yours is the earth to play with
On a summer afternoon
For when boy loves girl
The world is a toy balloon

Harburg


Rockin’ you to sleep in my dreams, baby

Deanie