Sugarplum, honeycomb
Mild spiced apple strudel,
When will you take my hand
And hope not for my refusal?
Oh, pumpkin cakes, sweetheart,
Honeyed fresh-baked bun,
When will you seek the blessing
And hope not to then be on the run?
Oh muffin, pudding,
Deep filled cherry pie,
When can I express my love
And say I’ll stand with you til I die?