If ever you lie;
If ever you cheat;
I'll kick you with my stinky feet.
I know you are poor;
I know you are cheap;
And good thing for you;
I know your love's deep.
As deep as the ocean;
As the wide as the sea;
Please brush and floss
And give love to me.
On one day a year I know that you'll bring
Flowers and chocolates though not a gold ring.
But far from complaining, I'm happy because,
For me you have made such an awfully big fuss.
By Kayla Trace, © 2003