Only You

“Who, who,” the owl does say;
“Who loves who at end of day?”
You love me, and I love you;
That is who, that is who.

“Who, who,” the owl goes on;
“Who loves who at light of dawn?”
I love you, and you love me;
That is who, we can see!

On our porch, above the town,
There is not one owl around.
But when a far-off train goes “Who”
I am kissing only you.

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