The Little Blue Man

One morning when I was out shopping -

Though you'll find it hard to believe -

A little blue man came out of the crowd

And timidly tugged at my sleeve.

"I wuv you! I wuv you!" said the little blue man.

"I wuv you! I wuv you to bits."

"I wuv you!" He loved me, said the little blue man,

And scared me right out of my wits.

I hurried back to my apartment.

I rushed in and I closed the door,

But there on the desk stood the little blue man,

Who started to tell me once more:

"I wuv you! I wuv you!" said the little blue man.

"I wuv you! I wuv you to bits."

"I wuv you!" He loved me, said the little blue man,

And scared me right out of my wits.

For weeks after that I was haunted,

Though no one could see him but me.

Right by my side was the little blue man

Wherever I happened to be.

"I WUV you!"

One evening in wild desperation,

I rushed to a rooftop in town

And over the side pushed the little blue man,

Who sang to me all the way down:

"I wuv you! I wuv you!" said the little blue man.

"I wuv you! I wuv you to bits."

"I wuv you!" He loved me, said the little blue man,

And scared me right out of my wits.

I whispered, "Thank goodness that's over!"

I smiled as I hurried outside,

But there on the street stood the little blue man,

Who said with a tear in his eye …

"I don't wuv you anymore!"

- Betty Johnson