Mister Snow - Barbara Brussell
His name is mister snow
And an upstanding man is he
He comes home every night in his round bottomed boat
With a net full of herring from the sea
An almost perfect beau
As refined as a girl could wish
But he spends so much time in his round bottomed boat
That he can't seem to lose the smell of fish
The first time he kissed me the whiff of his clothes
Knocked me flat on the floor of the room
But now that I love him my heart's in my nose
And fish is my favorite perfume
Last night he spoke quite low
And a fair spoken man is he
And he said miss Pipperidge I'd like it fine
If I could be wed with a wife
And indeed miss Pipperidge if you'll be mine
I'll be yours for the rest of my life
Next moment we were promised
And now my mind's in a maze
For all it can do is look forward to
That wonderful day of days
When I marry mister snow
The flowers will be buzzin' with the hum of bees
The birds' ll make a racket in the churchyard trees
When I marry mister snow
Then it's off to home we'll go
And both of us will look a little dreamy eyed
A driving to a cottage by the ocean side
Where the salty breezes blow
He'll carry me cross the threshold
And I'll be as meek as a lamb
Then he'll set me on my feet
And I'll say kinda sweet
Well mister snow here I am
Then I'll kiss him so he'll know
That every thing will be as right as right can be
A living in a cottage by the sea with me
For I love that mister snow
That young sea faring
Bold and daring
Big bewhiskered overbearing
Darling mister snow
