In the Morning, Evening, and At Suppertime
Sugar and honey
both taste sweet to me.
In a melody
from a past decade,
that made the Hit Parade,
three sisters sounded sublime.
They had honey in the morning,
and also in the evening;
not to mention suppertime.
They asked me to be their honey
and love them all the time.
I swore by the stars above,
that I would always be their love.
The song still sounds great to me.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2014
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