If kindness were a lemon drop,
somehow you’re not sour.
I’m so glad to see you smile,
no matter when the hour.
Maybe I’ll see you by Caseus,
and you’re there with a giant tray.
Then you’ll squeeze the cheese in my car.
“To city hall, Andrew!” Okay!
Then we’ll have coffee at the Lab,
in Happiness we’ll talk therapy.
And I’ll be so glad to hear your words,
you’ve always been so kind to me.
Or I’ll just be be biking by,
and yet again you’ll fill my wishes.
Because when I see you standing there.
You’ll catch and blow me kisses!
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