Lorine and Jerome
Lorine and Jerome sat in a tree,
Both starry-eyed and talking profusely
Jerome turned to Lorine and asked, "Will you marry me?"
Lorine turned back smiling and said, "Yes, you're my one and only."
The two lovebirds sang beautifully in springtime, lovely chords played on and on, oh so sublime
Then, 9 months later, early one cold January day,
A little bird sat on the tree branch alongside Lorine and Jerome, just chirping away
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