There's an, oh such a hungry yearning burning inside of me. - Cole Porter

You've got that thing, you've got that thing
That thing that makes birds forget to sing
Yes, you've got that thing, that certain thing

You've got that charm, that subtle charm
That makes young farmers desert the farm
'Cause you've got that thing, that certain thing

You've got what Adam craved when he
With love for Eve was tortured
She only had an apple tree
But you, you've got an orchard

You've got those ways, those taking ways
That make me rush off to Cartier's
For a wedding ring, you've got that thing

In shallow shoals, English soles do it Goldfish in the privacy of bowls do it.

Too bad, I'm no poet, I happen to know it, But anyway Here's a roundelay I wrote last night about you...