m a n g o l
a d y, a v o c a d o m a n
Mango Lady, Avocado Man,
don't
forget me in your will if you can.
Please do leave me an acre of land.
I love your fruits,
I hope you understand.
Mango Lady, Avocado Man,
don't
mistake my sincerity.
I hope you both live to one hundred
and three.
But, when you die,
please do remember me.
Here is a preview of my future
plans.
Watch the blossoms bloom and grow.
Love my partner, sing and dance,
Cause we'd
like for all to know.
We're
the Mango Lady, Avocado Man.
Mango Lady, Avocado Man.
Then, we'll
both be singing for joy,
when our son becomes Papaya Boy.
Dennis Wayne Bressack
Woodstock, New York
Written in Bonita Springs, Florida
September 1974
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