Makin' Whoopee

The robin calls

his little mate.

She whistles back

and it's a date.

They fly through treetops

with two or three stops

to make some whoopee.

The cuttlefish

are very shy

when other fish

go swimming by.

But then with great speed,

they head for seaweed

to make some whoopee.

Daily, the flirting swallows

head for each country barn.

Surely they know what follows,

but they don't give a darn.

And need I mention

the crazy stork

who has a penchant

for causing talk?

If he's about you,

beyond a doubt you've been making

whoopee.

Up in Vermont

when winter comes,

the fellows don't

just twirl their thumbs.

And girls attractive

are very active

at making whoopee.

Down in Maine

where pine trees swish

and it's too cold

for folks to fish,

the men start sprucing

and go producing

a lot of whoopee.

Think of the joys of skiing

in each New Hampshire town.

Think of the he and she

after the sun goes down.

We know two girlfriends

a way up North

who once were snowbound 'til March the

fourth.

One made a sweater,

but one did better.

She made them whoopee.