MY TWEEDIE PIE.

She's like a little tweedie pie.

When she's all sad her cheeks go cute and red

And her eyes go all big and blue...

With big crocodile tears rolling down her sad

looking face.

When she's happy she's like a big tweedie pie

Sunbeam,

And in her element of surprise her naivete...

Is like that of a giant sunflower molded with

The high intelligence of a sophisticated lady.

She's just like a tweedie pie. At least....

Sometimes.