If the dews froze under the Sahara,
The blaze will not then wither the will,
If the peace is no longer fluttering doves,
THEN THE HATE THEN WILL TURN TO LOVE
You’re my honeybunch sugarplum pumpy-umpi umpkin
You’re my sweetie pie
You’re my cuppy cake gumdrop snoogums-boogums
You’re the apple of my eye…

And I love you so
And I want you to know
That I’ll always be right here

And I love to sing this song to you
Because you are so dear