Some years ago on one fine autumn day

A young cad named Bill met his gal, April May,

T'was on a blind date he'd awaited with dread - 

For he’d been burned before, with such lines he’d been fed

About meeting Miss Right: “Oh how sweet she will be!

And how she can cook!” And, oh fiddle dee dee.

 

“But I’ve asked the whole class!” said friend Jake, in despair,

And I can’t find a date for this gal who’s so fair…

Look at her sister—here, look! Here’s a photo—

Now SHE’s a good looker, so don’t be a dodo.”

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And when Bill saw April? His heart was so glad.

Maybe - just maybe - this won't be so bad.

But t’was when she smiled Bill knew he was smitten - 

What wonderful teeth!  By love he’d been bitten.

 

Soon off to the Navy to be on a ship, but

Bill wasn’t about to let this  prospect slip…

So letters he sent her with pictures of sibs,

He let it be known that on HER he had dibs.

 

And when he returned, he had something to say

(He'd waited and waited for this special day).

“For the rest of our lives, dear, with me would you mess?”

To his utter delight - and hers, too - she said, “Yes.”

 

His prayers had been answered: he’d landed a looker

Who over years proved to be quite  the cooker.

Five children they raised while crisscrossing the States

(Now they’re all grown; most are settled with mates).

Through thick and through thin they have been, it is said,

And with pleasure I say, “Hey! My folks are still wed.”