The Fantasist 5

He was with Wilma
But he wanted Wanda

I like red apples

I like red apples,
She likes green.
I love her so much
But we're not the same.

She'll steadily burn
The fire slow to fade.
I shoot splutt'ring sparks
Quickly they turn.

We're diff'rent I said
But I love her so.
She likes green apples,
And I like red.

My sons

When I think of my sons
I'm all of a quiver
To think such joy comes
Because I am with her.

When I think of my sons
I honour the Giver
Whose love for us runs
And never will wither.

When I think of my sons
I think of a river
That from God's throne comes
From shame to deliver.