Bun

I've got a croissant,
For 'Emeraldifafant'
That's a pachyderm,
With special germs
In his side,
He can photosynthesise.

You're the sort of girl that fits in with my world,
I'll give you buns, croissants if you want buns.

I've got a plan,
It's about a devan.
That's a kind of bed
With a custard spread
Designed to keep your feet warm.
I'll tell it to you if you pay,
It's called the 'Custuvet'.

You're the sort of girl that fits in with my world,
I'll give you buns, croissants if you want buns.

I've got a scheme,
It's about a machine.
There's a pun in it,
And a bit,
About how it operates.
I wish you thought that it was great.
But you boned it.

You're the sort of girl that fits in with my world,
I'll give you buns, croissants if you want buns.

I've got a bone,
And it hasn't got a home.
I think it was a herring.
I'll give it to you if you wish
It's on a dish.