Handpuppet O' Love (fondly dedicated to Ken Roberts)

The other day, at Thea's to crit and play;

And discuss her story we'd read.

When the discussion turned to the handpuppet of love

We saw your face had turned very red.

You seem quite shocked that when, without her spouse,

The story's housefrau had something in lieu,

So here we have, "handmade" (as it were)

A special sock just for you.

Chorus:

The "glove ov love" is the amourous sort,

But never a flirt or tease.

The petit gant never strays too far

And always knows how to please

Kukla, Fran and Ollie led very secret lives

The details of which we can but guess

And although Lambchop would never kiss and tell,

Rumor has it she always said "yes."

Perhaps you've heard tale--there's no need to quail,

Of the secret handshake of Howdy Do.

Now you know why Senor Wences always wore a smile

And now, you see, you can too.

Chorus

This is not to say, in any way,

that you shouldn't have other pursuits.

But the hominid sort's not the last resort

Now the alternate's always at hand.

If they call too late, say you've got a date

And there is no need to lie,

Now you have your sweet chaussette, your "glove ov love"

And it's only an arms length away,

Chorus