I was down on my hands and my knees

I was down on my hands and my knees
And whispering "Please, oh God, please"

I was down on my hands and my knees
And whispering "Please, oh God, please"
Which might have been fine,
Except that the wine

I was down on my hands and my knees
And whispering "Please, oh God, please"
Which might have been fine,
Except that the wine
Had set my desire on cheese

The frost on the lawn slowly melts

The frost on the lawn slowly melts
As I'm happily swaddled in pelts

The frost on the lawn slowly melts
As I'm happily swaddled in pelts
Of mink and racoon

The frost on the lawn slowly melts
As I'm happily swaddled in pelts
Of mink and racoon
In the middle of June

The frost on the lawn slowly melts
As I'm happily swaddled in pelts
Of mink and racoon
In the middle of June
I will happily wander the Moon!

Zenbabe was most likely drunk

Zenbabe was most likely drunk
When she thought what we thought that she thunk

Zenbabe was most likely drunk
When she thought what we thought that she thunk
'Twas odd what she wrote

Zenbabe was most likely drunk
When she thought what we thought that she thunk
'Twas odd what she wrote
But we've no call to gloat

Zenbabe was most likely drunk
When she thought what we thought that she thunk
'Twas odd what she wrote
But we've no call to gloat
Each of us, one time, has stunk.

this one time when making a stew