‘I just want a man who cares for me’
said the lonely little chickadee.
‘I’m so alone, come live in my home and I will care for thee.’
said the lonely little chickadee.
‘I’m so alone, come live in my home and I will care for thee.’
‘I need a woman but never a wife’
spoke manly Brutus through his bite,
‘I’ll live with you and all that you do, just love me tonight.’
‘Then take me, sir, love me tonight.
Help my lonely heart take flight.
We’ll make a home ‘n’ I’ll not be alone the rest of my life.’
And Brutus bedded the chickadee,
Left her home at half past three,
He never returned. Her love was spurned. It was adultery.
‘The moral of the story in human history’
(said he with a tongue so slippery)
‘Don’t be so sure a man is the cure, it may just be some trickery.’
