A Little Naked Button

I saw a little button that was cute as it could be, And every time I looked at it, I thought it winked at me, It sat upon the centre of a very perfect frame, A girl so sweet and pretty, but she didn't have a name. I watched that little button, just to see what it would do, I knew it watched me back, as if it really, really knew, That I was so in love with it, and just the way it was, But that was all before I saw that little piece of fuzz. A little piece of fuzz that sat upon that pretty spot, A button I once loved, but now it wasn't all that hot, A carpet in the centre of the button I adored, I really was excited, but I now am really bored. A patch of dark and fuzzy is a thing I cannot stand, A thing that was so pleasant is a thing that now is bland, A button with an overcoat, a sweater as it were, That vision of her belly is thing that's now a blur. I love that little button; I just wish it wasn't clothed, With little bits of fuzzy, which is what I've always loathed, I love a naked button, one that shimmers in the light, A little naked button, that would be a great delight. O, come back, little button, shed your clothes and look my way, And I will always cherish you; just hold your fuzz at bay, And never, ever let the threads of lint e're get you down, I'll always love the naked you, 'tis better than a gown.