Flowers o' like you they smell so sweet,
their frilly ends are not unlike your feet.
To waste a day away from thee is nigh,
for wasting waste an apple will not die.
Heed there my friend, the filly fally foal,
and bottoms end, that dost the road patrol.
Like you my love, a flowers all and one,
oh dear it seems my trouser are undone...

- Cheers mate