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