When the sky becomes dull and grey,

And gloomy weather takes over the day,

Come to me, and I will sing the tunes to make you gay.

When bright sunshine is what you seek, I’ll be your ray.

If it takes pancakes to see that warm, honey coloured smile of yours, darling, go on, have it your way.

But listen, I really hope you know this, I’m not letting you go anywhere, not yet, nay.