Before the 13th rose
Came a girl named rhyme
And a boy named prose
Who met on time on an untimely route
Then never once asked "how'd this chemistry come about?"
Instead they were led by the instinct in their heads
Combined with the interest of a kid in another little kid
Playing in the sand with their ragdoll's hair as they stand and they sit
Impatient as kids on Christmas Eve or on Easter Day
In each other we found the purpose that
Like has for each and everyone of us
We met, locked hands and got on the bus
Destination who knows?
Characterized by "heys" and hugs
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Hello, how are you rhyme?
I think I like you...
