"Just a home with morning glories, like you read about in stories; And we’ll call it yours and mine. Where the flowers extend their greetings, Where the bluebirds hold their meetings; We’ll call it yours and mine.
When the sun gets up, then we’ll get up; and I’ll help you cook. Then when you sit down, I’ll sit down in our breakfast nook. Then between your chair and my chair maybe there will be a high chair; And we’ll call it yours and mine."