Sittin' on the porch swing spoonin'
Abel put his hand on my knee,
Then dug in his fingernails yellin'
A little chameleon did see.
Still, it broke into the moment, so
I told him it was just made of rubber,
Poor Abel, he still did some shaking,
I enjoyed, though, comforting my lover.
Then, Oh, No! The little green thing darted fro,
Abel's old heart started thumpin'
He'll never trust me again, oh, I know,
He ran and from the swing, I got a dumpin'