Hi Gary, think this is what you want. Enjoy your new toy.

I MISS MY SWISS (MY SWISS MISS MISSES ME)

He was a mountain climber,
And oh! how the boy could ski!
In cold July, he'd ski so high,
Believe me, I don't lie,
He'd almost touch the sky,
And here's the reason why:

She was a farmer's daughter,
Who lived on the highest peak,
Where she'd chase him and he'd chase her,
And they'd play hide and seek

One day he lost his sweetheart.
He looks for her in vain,
And now he's washing windows
And singing this refrain:

"I miss my Swiss. My Swiss miss misses me.
I miss the bliss that Swiss miss gives to me.
She was a working girl, down on her knees,
In her yard, working hard,
Punching holes in cheese.
Her dear papa makes watches that are Swiss.
That's why he watches me like this.
I lost her in the mountains.
In the mountains she must be.
I miss my Swiss. My Swiss miss misses me.

All the best, Yvonne