Dear Amos and Mbo,

You're the cream in my coffee, You're the sun in my day, You're the rhyme in my poem, You're fine with me in every way.

You're the spice in my chili, You're the pepper in my stew, You're the salsa on my corn chip, You're the taters in my stew.

You're the stars in my night sky, You're the moon 'ere the dusk, You're the ring 'round my Saturn, You're the patchouli to my musk.

You're the cream in my coffee, You're the bounce in my walk, You're the chime on my hour, You're the tic to my toc!

Need I say more? -- Áine