He was with Wilma
But he wanted Wanda
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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.