We'd build a little bungalow if you and I were one, and carefully we'd plan it so we'd get the morning sun. I'd rise each day at rosy dawn and bustle gaily down. In evening school we would spray the lawn when you'd come back from town. If you and I were one, my dear, a model life we'd lead. We'd travel on from year to year at no increase of speed. Ah, clear to me the vision of the things that we should do. And so I think it best, my love, to string along as two.
