Alive! Alive oh!

In Blogland's fair city where girls are so pretty 

I first set my eyes on sweet Ada - alone!

T'was my chance to pursue her

and maybe to woo her...thinking 

"Freckles and Muscles? Alive, alive oh!" 

"Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh!

See my Freckles and Muscles, alive alive oh!" 

So sang my dear Ada, and no one could save her

from smelling too fishy, despite all her charms.

She wheeled her wheel-barrow

through streets broad or narrow,

while I couldn't wait to scoop her in my arms.

"Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh!

See my Freckles and Muscles, alive alive oh!" 

Life now? It's more pithy, and oftentimes gritty;

dear Ada, my Ada don't leave me alone!

But hark! Am I dreaming?

Is my Ada scheming

to gather me into her arms once again?

"Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh!

See my Freckles and Muscles, alive alive oh!" 

I hear a voice calling - almost caterwauling!

"Oh, Ada, my Ada, please throw me a bone?

I'll sing for my supper, 

show I'm not a duffer, 

for like any trained doggie, I will follow you home!

With apologies to Molly Malone traditional song, and thanks to P&SU 

P.S. This shows  why I have more than one reason for vacating my shed at the bottom of the garden, and trotting back to the house when Ada calls...