A little sugar, honey suckle lamb Great expression of happiness Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses Such would astound you The joy of children laughing around you These are the makings of you It is true, the makings of you
Two can be one for the righteous way to go Anyone would know I believe I thought I told you so You're second to none
Love of all mankind should reflect some sign Of the words I'm trying to recite They're close, but not quite Almost impossible to do Describing the makings of you