Liebestraum

Thine love is mine
Thine heart with mine entwine, love
My soul for thee doth pine
Thine eye doth shine
Thine life with mine combine, love
Thou art my valentine
Lips like apple wine
Face like kalsomine (oh, fine)
My clinging vine
My voice for thee doth whine
You’re older than Auld Lang Syne
Twinkle, twinkle little star
How you wonder who I am
Way up in the sky, so low
You’re a better man than I am, oh, by Jove
The polar bear sleeps in his little bearskin
He sleeps very well, I am told
Last night I slept in my little bare skin
And I got a heck of a cold
Pease Porridge hot
Pease porridge cold
Pease porridge in the pot
Nine days old
Peehew!