Behold the way our fine feathered friend,
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His virtue doth parade
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Thou knowest not, my dim-witted friend
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The picture thou hast made
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Thy vacant brow, and thy tousled hair
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Conceal thy good intent
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Thou noble upright truthful sincere,
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And slightly dopey gent
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You're my funny valentine,
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Sweet comic valentine,
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You make me smile with my heart.
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Your looks are laughable, un-photographable,
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Yet, you're my favorite work of art.
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Is your figure less than Greek?
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Is your mouth a little weak?
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When you open it to speak, are you smart?
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But, don't change a hair for me.
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Not if you care for me.
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Stay little valentine, stay!
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Each day is Valentine's Day
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Is your figure less than Greek?
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Is your mouth a little weak?
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When you open it to speak, are you smart?
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But, don't change a hair for me.
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Not if you care for me.
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Stay little valentine, stay!
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Each day is Valentine's Day
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My Funny Valentine
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Ella Fitzgerald |