VERSE
Behold the way our fine feathered-friend
His virtue doth parade
Thou knowest not, my dim witted friend,
The picture Thou hast made
Thy vacant brow and thy tousled hair
Conceal Thy good intent
Thou, noble upright, truthful, sincere
And slightly dopey gent,- you are
REFRAIN:
My funny valentine,
Sweet comic valentine,
You make me smile with my heart
You looks are laughable, unphotographable;
Yet you're my favorite work of art
Is your figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little bit weak?
When you open it to speak, are you smart?
Don't change a hair for me,
Not if you care for me
Stay little valentine stay
Each day is valentine's day