Maple Fudge

Miss Fudge is only waiting for a man to come her way She has been waiting 80 years for Mr. Maple But he doesn't know that she is waiting too It's nothing new Mr. Maple gets up early every morning cooks his breakfast All alone the house is cold He needs a woman's hand to comfort him in his reclining years He overhears The people on the street they pass him by and sort of snicker In his younger years he should've been a little quicker In the hand of someone he could love but used to judge If he'll ever have a meeting with Miss Fudge Aaah, aah, ah Miss Fudge's hopes were fading that a man would come her way She had been darning no one's socks When the years crept up her misery just slowly pushed her on And now she's gone Mr. Maple's life alone was just too much for him to bare And in his heart he knew that there would never be A someone there to comfort him at times he cried And then he died But everything is better now They're both at last together The question now is answered for all those who wondered whether They each at last had found the friend and if they did misjudge Their tombstones side by side read Maple Fudge