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Come close to me, dear Annie, while I bind a lover's knot.
A tale of burning love between a kettle and a pot.
The pot was stalwart iron and the kettle trusty tin, / And though their sides were black with smoke they bubbled love within.
Forget that kettle, Jamie, and that pot of boiling broth, / I know a dismal story of a candle and a moth. / For while your pot is boiling and while your kettle sings / My moth makes love to candle flame and burns away his wings.
Your moth, I envy, Annie, that died by candle flame, / But here are two more lovers, unto no damage came. / There was a cuckoo loved a clock and found her always true. / For every hour they told their hearts, "Ring! ting! Cuckoo! Cuckoo!"
As the pot boiled for the kettle, as the kettle for the pot, / So boils my love within me till my breast is glowing hot. / As the moth died for the candle, so could I die for you. / And my fond heart beats time with yours and cries, "Cuckoo! Cuckoo!"