A-B-C-D-E-G
       I never learned to spell
       at least not well.
       1-2-3-4-5-6-7
       I never learned to count
       a great amount.
       But my busy mind is burning
       to use what learning I've got.
       I won't waste any time,
       I'll strike while the iron is hot.

       If they asked me, I could write a book
       about the way you walk and whisper and look.
       I could write a preface on how we met
       so the world would never forget.
       And the simple secret of the plot
       is just to tell them that I love you a lot.
       Then the world discovers as my book ends
       how to make two lovers a friend

 LINDA:

       Use to hate to go to school
       I never craked a book;
       I pleyed the hook
       Never answered any mail;
       to write I used to think was wasting ink.
       It was never my endeavor
       to be too clever and smart.
       Now I suddenly feel
       a longing to write in my heart

       If they asked me, I could write a book
       about the way you walk and whisper and look.
       I could write a preface on how we met
       so the world would never forget.
       And the simple secret of the plot
       is just to tell them that I love you a lot.
       Then the world discovers as my book ends
       how to make two lovers a friend