I 'Ear Noes
The Jumbler turns some anatomical terms.
The night has a thousand eyes,
The day to one lays claim;
The big brown pair that you, dear, wear
Sure puts them all to shame.
It seems 'bout a thousand years
My heart you've trod in dust;
But lend an ear and listen, dear:
The end of waste is bust.
Though I've heard a thousand noes—
As someone knows is true—
An aye once said, we'll soon be wed,
Or I'll be ever blue.
