Classic Poem

Well, I'm in love with a feller, a feller you have seen,
He's neither white nor yellow but he's altogether green;
His name is not so charming, it's only Common Bill,
He urges me to wed to him but I hardly think I will.

Poor Bill, poor silly Bill,
He urges me to wed to him, but I hardly think I will.

He whispers of devotion, devotion pure and deep,
But it sounds so mighty silly that I almost fell asleep;
Now he thinks it would be pleasant for to journey down the hill,
Go hand in hand together, but I hardly think I will.

Poor Bill, poor silly Bill,
He urges me to wed to him, but I hardly think I will.

He came last night to see me and made so long a stay
I began to think the lunkhead would never go away,
And first I learned to hate him and I know I'll hate him still,
He urges me to wed to him but I hardly think I will.

Poor Bill, poor silly Bill,
He urges me to wed to him, but I hardly think I will.

I'm sure I would not choose him if it were in my power,
But he said if I refused him he could not live an hour;
Now you know the Bible teaches that it's very wrong to kill,
So I've thought the matter over and think I'll marry Bill.