Classic Poem

Ich wollte, meine Lieder

I wish that all my love-songs
Were flowers bright and rare;
I'd send them to my dearest
And she might find them fair.

I wish that all my love-songs
Were kisses that could speak;
I'd send them to my dearest
To hang about her cheek.

I wish that these, my love-songs,
Were peas, so firm and fat;
I'd make a nice, rich pea-soup —
And she would relish that!