(midi is "You Are the Wind Beneath My Wings")
Jonathan, in your fine herringbone tweeds,
Playing all day with your little manx cat;
Nearby she waits while you tackle the weeds
In your leatherwood thongs and felt city hat.
Did you see the morning glory today,
Or the black velvet coat in the molehill?
The nightingale's song's so sweet it will stay
In my heart - or did you think it too shrill?
No Shakespeare sonnets are gathering dust
On your mother-of-pearl inlaid table;
You feast on your scientific books - as you must!
And you pat your manx cat when you're able.
But, we are more alike than not my dear -
Time my dear friend has made that very clear.