Forever Ray

One weekend Ray was a bit at loose ends
Getting underfoot in Ella’s kitchen again
She shooed him out, said 'It's such a nice day
Perhaps there’s some yardwork you might do today'
So he drove where they sold statuettes by the pound
Saying 'If you want real art, go to Waynetown'
He bought a smart cement rabbit standing on hind legs
In a waiter’s waistcoat and flourishing a tray
And every morning she’d find
On that small rabbit tray
Secured with a stone
So it would not blow away
A note that said 'To my sweetheart'
Or 'Happy birthday'
'Here's lookin at you kid'
'Forever, Ray'
Forevr, Ray
Pleased with his plan, his idea grw wings
Every weekend he’d add another marvelous thing
A sweet life sized angel, a Madonna and dog
Andy Griffith and Jesus, Big Foot and groundhog
And every morning she’d find
On that small rabbit tray
Secured with a stone
So it would not blow away
A note that said 'To my sweetheart'
Or 'Happy birthday'
'Here's lookin at you kid'
'Forever, Ray'
Forever, Ray
Like autumn to winter, age shuffles in
So they hired a boy to rake and to trim
Every statue a touchstone, a memory to recall
In the center the rabbit that started it all
Like a watch that’s been turned too often and long
Ella and Ray began to wind down
The springs and small gears had not lost their shine
But simply could no longer hold on to time
And every morning she places
A note on the tray
But without any stone
Letting it blow away
Down the street, on the air
To land where they may
Saying, 'I'll be your sweetheart'
'Forever, Ray'
Forever, Ray