I Could Write a Book

A, B, C, D, E, F, G I never learned to spell At least not well 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 I never learned to count A great amount But my busy mind is burning to use what learning I've got I won't waste any time I'll strike while the iron is hot If they asked me, I could write a book About the way you walk, and whisper, and look I could write a preface On how we met So the world would never forget And the simple secret of the plot Is just to tell them that I love you a lot And the world discovers As my book ends How to make two lovers Of friends And the simple secret of the plot Is just to tell them that I love you a lot And the world discovers As my book ends How to make two lovers Of friends