For Phoeb & Josh

Phoebe, Phoebe, give me your chocolate now
I’m just weebly all for the sweets of Phoebe
I can’t afford’it in Harrods
And I’ve never put a thought into marriage
But you’ll look sweet upon a seat of an elephant made of balloons

Joshy, Joshy give me your toy cars now
I’m just a poshy all for the love of toffee
I can’t afford a parrot
And the donkey can’t reach the carrot
But you’ll look neat upon a seat on the curve of the silvery moon