Heart of my Heart, when you pick up my paper, As you @3will@1 do, now and then, If you don't like me in anger to caper, Put It Together Again. Pull it to pieces and mess up the sections; I, the most patient of men, Won't raise a row if you'll heed my directions: Put It Together Again. When you are through with it, when you don't need it (Which will be Heaven Knows When), Please give it back in a form I can read it, Put It Together Again! Put it in order. If you don't endeavor, Somehow to do this, why then, My temper'll bust and I doubt if you ever Put It Together Again! |