Darting Fairy Lovey

[iamhanuman]

Darting down the very
With a slip of cherry
The Morton of the Norton
Took his parents on the go

He had a fairy button
Which he dress-ed up as mutton
And the dingle of the dairy
Was a-setting to and fro

Oh my lovey now you’re nearing
I can go to me a clearing
And the dancer overhearing
Can a-call on me once more

Then the dentistry of Dalton
Can remind me that I’m molten
And the linchpin on the setting
Can come offer me a door

Will I take it, will I take it
Come and ask me one time more…