I like it    I don't like it

Whilst flying thru an azure cloud

A crystal girl I'd spy

She kissed the blue bird's honey tongue

And stuttered as she sighed

I wish to sing the ching-a-ling song

Ching-a-ling song is fine

I'd give my jewels and caviar

To make the daydeam mine

While stepping thru a heaven's eye

Two lover souls we spied

They wished the cloud boys sang to me

A cheerful happy cry

We love to play our love-strong hearts

No better do we know

No gifts of money do we give

For love is all we own