I remember Bobs and Piff

Kissing in an alley

They found naughtiness was nice

And took their time to dally.

I wonder what became of them

I always thought them happy

Simplicity seemed their way

Though young, I thought they’d marry.

Apparently they’re wedded now

Though not to one another

He’s a chef and she’s a cook

And they sometimes see each other.

Their needs they said were different

And they went their separate ways

I think that they are happy

Though it’s hard for me to say.

I was feeling all nostalgic

So I took a little stroll

I swear I saw a couple

In the alley where they’d go

I verified my vision

And could not forsake a grin

For Bobs and little Piffy

Were kissing once again.