Honey, went away
Miniscule was that ol’ tree and it’s grown ‘way
Honey, miss her much
Ran so brash with both hands that snow to brush
Wrecked car - que sera, rancor I feign
Neck she plied when she saw through me

Honey: want back
Kinda smarts lack, but she’s not just a dumb clack
Honey, weeps a bit
O’er those night flicks so slumber did all quit
‘Cus of the sur-prise holiday Christ-mas decibels get
From a stinky little puplet

Honey, love o’ mine
Share o’ cherubs did just think her nice and came by
Honey’s in a grave
I’ll be good so I greet her someday
But it’s tough task to appraise sug’ry refrain
That there Bobby sung away…away…away

“It’s syrup-y - startin’ to grate...”