The Feathers of You

Your mingle, jingle joy
tickles me airworthy
gives me flight, so lift me
and wing it all, ’cause

your mingle jingle joy
carries me skyward

Oh, your magic spiral
spins me skyward, and

your mingle jingle joy
escalates me so, though

before you flew in
I was in a pickle
feeling sour and blue

now your magic spiral
spins my jingle joy
like a tour de force

an escalating spiral
fête de l’amour

your mingle jingle joy
pickles me in salty passion because

you flew onto my runway
with hors d’oeuvres
and blue sky.