I 'Ear Noes
Reading edition
The Jumbler turns some anatomical terms.
The night has a thousand eyes, The day to one lays claim; The big brown pair that you, dear, wear Sure puts them all to shame. It seems 'bout a thousand years My heart you've trod in dust; But lend an ear and listen, dear: The end of waste is bust. Though I've heard a thousand noes— As someone knows is true— An aye once said, we'll soon be wed, Or I'll be ever blue.
