Devoted Lover Faults Cover

There’s no way one’s devoted lover Won’t one’s weaknesses and faults cover; Tell big fools that one is in clover: Who nears not maps Driver of Rover From Tunis to far-away Dover And would in helicopters hover, All to The Glory of Jehovah! There’s some chance your devoted lover Could suddenly say “it’s over” If you’d fertilized an Eve’s Ova Or stolen a blind beggar’s guava; The last: A sure subject of scandal; Fears that, soon, you’d snatch a kid’s sandal.