You are the cherry blossom on my tree
The iceberg on my starboard bow
You are the sweetener in my tea
The udders on my Jersey cow
You teach me all i need to know
But soon you are going out on strike
Please revise me nice and slow
& I will let you use my bike
Thank you for that special egg
I ate it sitting in my bed
My hands are sticky so i beg
To wipe them on your smiling head
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