Come live with me, my own pure love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
In passion unadulterated
And bliss that isn’t benzoated.
Love’s purest formula we’ll spell:
Our joys will never fail to jell.
The honeyed kisses we imprint
Will show of glucose not a hint.
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]Your Wiley will your food prepare,
And cook a meal to curl your hair;