When I see some baby pigeons

With their mommy in a nest

I get a joyous feeling

Sort of rising in my chest

That's love

When I see a perfect rock

Or a row of paper clips

A quiet kind of pleasure

Sends a smile onto my lips

That's love, too

When I hold my little nephew

And I bounce him on my knee

And I'm smiling down at him

And he's smiling up at me

Love's a simple thing to see

Why go on for hours?

With oatmeal in a bowl to love

Who needs hearts and flowers?

And even though his silly tricks may drive us far apart

I'll always have a special place for Ernie in my heart