My dreams were true in my childhood, My dreams were true I grew up and met you. My Poppy smiles a lot It's so tender and clean My Poppy's happy When I kissing you begin 'What's wrong?' mom's asking 'Why is poppy sad?' Poppy's missing kisses So gentle, soft and wet. 'But Poppy, you're lucky To feel, being felt' I know, I have a treasure It will be in a secret kept.