Mister Snow

His name is Mister Snow
And an up-standed man is he
He comes home every night in his round-bottomed boat
With a net full of herring from the sea
An almost perfect beau
As refined as a girl could wish
But he spends so much time in his round-bottomed boat
That he can’t seem to lose the smell of fish
The first time he kissed me the whiff from his clothes
Knocked me flat on the floor of the room
But now that I love him, my heart’s in my nose
And fish is my fav’rite perfume!
Last night he spoke quite low
And a fair-spoken man is he
And he said «Miss Pipperidge, I’d like it fine
If I could be wed with a wife
And indeed, Miss Pipperidge, if you’ll be mine
I’ll be yours for the rest of my life.»
Next moment we were promised
And now my mind’s in a maze
For all it can do is look forward to
That wonderful day of days!
When I marry Mister Snow
The flowers’ll be buzzin' with the hum of bees
The birds’ll make racket in the church yard trees
When I marry Mister Snow
Then it’s off to home we’ll go
And both of us’ll look a little dreamy-eyed
A driving to a cottage by the Oceanside
Where the salty breezes blow
He’ll carry me 'cross the threshold
And I’ll be as meek as a lamb
Then he’ll set me on my feet
And I’ll say kinda sweet
«Well, Mister Snow, here I am.»
Then I’ll kiss him so he’ll know
That evry’thin’ll be as right as right can be
A living in a cottage by the sea with me
For I love that Mister Snow
That young sea-faring
Bold and daring
Big bewhiskered, overbearing
Darling Mister Snow