You're a thumb, you're a smidge
I've kept your crafts in the fridge
Made me laugh, made me smile
Why not sit here for a while?

Autumn fades to winter, winter starts to freeze
Freezing leads to flus, flus lead to pleas
Pleas lead to arguments, which then lead to tears
And soon I forgot your voice resounded in my ears

But, sure as spring and summer came,
You grabbed my arm and began to sing

Your song nested, like a wren,
I bind my wounds, stood up and then -
Who's that stranger standing there?
Surely you've not come to share?

News, dear, have you heard the news?
Rethink all you think is true

Shall we begin our duet?