Classic Poem

Night and day under the rind of me
There's an Oh, such a zeal for spooning, ru'ning the mind of me.

And another, wherein she lapses into the patois:

Night and day under the peel o' me
There's a hert that will dree if ye think aucht but a' weel o' me.

And now a few by uncle himself:

1. Night and day under the fleece of me
There's an Oh, such a flaming furneth burneth the grease of me.
2. Night and day under the bark of me
There's an Oh, such a mob of microbes making a park of me.
3. Night and day under my dermis, dear,
There's a spot just as hot as coffee kept in a thermos, dear.
4. Night and day under my cuticle
There's a love all for you so true it never would do to kill.
5. Night and day under my tegument
There's a voice telling me I'm he, the good little egg you meant.