by Richard Rodgers and Lorenz Hart:
His virtue doth parade
Thou knowest not, my dim-witted friend,
The picture thous has made.
They vacant brow and they tousled hair
Conceal thy good intent.
Thou noble, upright, truthful, sincer
And slightly dopey gent — you’re
My Funny Valentine
Sweet comic Valentine
You make me smile with my heart.
Your looks are laughable,
Yet you’re my fav’rite work of art.
Is your figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little weak?
When you open it to speak,
Are you smart?
But don’t change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little Valentine, stay
Each day is Valentine’s Day.