You’re the girl of my affections,
the one for which I care.
I mean no cruel intentions,
nor when ripping out your hair.
Our first meeting was eventful,
but not like those still to come,
for the foods long in the oven
and our bun is nearly done.
Four moons are nearly over,
many suns yet still to rise,
but on that final sunset,
the bun will be my prize.
Your the ribbon that wraps my present,
With Jack, the bow that sits on top
and with the two gifts I have already,
I got really quite alot!