ANNIE:

a life without pickles
tell me what's it good for?
if you're only having biscuits -
that's a life I would abhor

when I was a younger maiden
often I'd remark it:
the cucumbers would all awaken
as I passed through the market

it is then that I have met him
right there by the grocer
my runty man, so full of life
resembling a dozer

MICKEY:

I proudly drew my carriage
looking for some greens
my foot touched her oh so gently
it was unforeseen

the celery and cabbage piles
started copulating
'told her I'm a man of culture
her heart just started melting

railwayman, just like my father
in the railcars I've determined
how to translate for the ladies
first from French and then from German

I had often read aloud
by the windows, doors and closets
honestly, I was disgusted
by all those semiconscious starlets

ANNIE:

a life without preservatives
would be all but fluff
from my tiny pantry
I've given quite enough

MICKEY:

she welcomed me into her larder
although shy, she grabbed a knife
and opened up tomato sauce
so I made her my wife

ANNIE:

I said YES, though I admit
the sauce was kind of salty

MICKEY:

it was New Year's Eve, I think
she yawned of melancholy

ANNIE:

oh, how the years have passed since
around the house I've functioned

MICKEY:

I'm at the market every morning
without interruption

MICKEY AND ANNIE TOGETHER:

a life without pickles
is a tragedy
if you've got jars, we'll collect
and pay handsomely

but we only take the ones with lids
the kind you can unscrew
we'll be waiting in the park
after luncheon - thank you!