I could be like a snowflake

Fallen all the way from heaven into a magpie's nest

Only to place my powdered cheek gently upon his hairy chest.

I could be his Maiden Marianne gift-wrapped in cloak and silken hood

Oh a robin-redbreast sitting high up in the tree-tops -

Of his mo

U

Rning wood.

I need I need a silver-furred

A sugar sugar-daddy-bear

Someone who loves the front of me

Who likes to pay and loves to care.

A frizzly ursus strong but cute

Adorable in leather denim or tw**d-suit.

I'd polish silver 'cause I long to be spooned

On the dark dark side of the palest moon

Mandrake grows beneath the gallows

In the shape of the one thing

That you should never swallow.

I know he may look like the cutest thing you've ever seen

But Honey we just don't know

Where this old thing of his had been

I almost had a secret love affair

With a dead boy's underwear.

I nicked it from the mortuary

But the d**n thing was far too small for me.

That's why each time I hear the postman ring

I can't help wondering what he might bring.

Oh will he have something for me

And if so I wonder how large will his package be

The chimney-sweep the chimney-sweep

He came at two o'clock

I showed him where the furnace was

And he showed me his cock.

He wore a bomber-jacket black but his hair-cut was crap

It took him rather long to finish his annual check

A sylvan stronghold for the golden child

Built and looked after by heart beguiled.

A guard a servant and a loyal king

A winter-garden and a thermal-spring