...and these are the full lyrics to the jazz song I used in the story. Note: I couldn't find my tape, so this is as I remember it...a combination of Ella Fitzgerald's version and Frank Sinatra's.
Behold the way our fine-feathered friend
His virtue doth parade
Thou knowest not my dimwitted friend
The picture thou hast made
Thy vacant brow and thy tussled hair
Conceal thy good intent
Thou noble, upright, truthful, sincere
And slightly dopey gent
You're my funny Valentine
Sweet, comic, Valentine
You make me smile
With my heart
Your looks are laughable
Unphotographable
Yet you're my favourite work of art
Is your figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little weak?
When you open it to speak, are you smart?
But don't change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay, little Valentine, stay
Each day is Valentine's day.
Is your figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little weak?
When you open it to speak, are you smart?
But don't change a hair for me,
Not if you care for me.
Stay, little Valentine, stay.
Each day is Valentine's day.