Darlin’, you’re one in a million.
But statistics were never my scene –
Since the world’s pushin’ two hundred billion,
I’m sure that’s not what I mean!
‘Cause of you there’d be two hundred thousand
And that just cannot be right:
For no matter where I’d be a’browsin’,
There’d be several of you in my sight!
Perhaps you’re one in a billion –
There’d still be two hundred of you!
Or maybe just one per gazillion –
Statistics! I’ve had it with you!
Darlin’, I don’t seek another!
How could there be another you?
I’ll stop now and try to recover
From drownin’ in my well-meant stew!
16 May 2019
Somewhere between Sydney and Perth
(I was a passenger, ok?)