Nothing could be feener than to be in Caroleena in the mornink
Nothing could be sweeter than my sweety when I meet her in the mornink
Where the mornink glories, tween around the door
Listening to snappy stories, I long to hear once more
Strolling with my girly where the dew is pearly, early in the mornink
Butterflies all flutter up and kiss each little buttercup at dawn-ink
If I had Aladdin's lamp for only a day
I'd make a wish and here's what I'd say
Nothing could be feener than to be in Caroleena in the mornink