Behold the way our fine feathered-friend
His virtue doth parade
Thou knowest not, my dim witted friend
The picture thou hast made
Thy vacant brow and thy tousled hair
Conceal thy good intent.
Thou, noble upright, truthful, sincere
And slightly dopey gent, you are

My funny valentine
Sweet comic valentine
You make me smile with my heart

You looks are laughable, unphotographable
Yet you're my favorite work of art

Is your figure less than greek?
Is your mouth a little bit weak?
When you open it to speak, are you smart?

Don't change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little valentine stay

Each day is valentine's day