You’re a ripper, a rogue, a rapscallion, a roue,
The alliterative equivalent of a rip-roaring day.
It’s the little things you do that make my day:
the roses, the rhymes,
the romps, the good times,
You’re a rush, a thrill, a sweet roll in the hay.
So, rue not the Rohypnol! Forget that I hocked
All that I got. It’s the little things that make my day.