Cakes and Ale

I'm always glad when Andrew comes.
If only I am there,
He stays awhile, and talks to me,
As if he did not care.

He took me to some Music once,
When it was all for me.
And Oh, I had a splendid time!
And he said, So did He.

It lasts as if the Music still
Went round and round the sky.—
He said he had a good time, too;
And I said, So did I!
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