I'm in the middle of solving a riddle that no one can do; That goes for Albert Einstein, the League of Nations too, So now my fine and feathered friend, I'll leave it up to you. If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, How much do I love you? Then what have I got to pick to turn the trick And make you love me too? If Simple Simon sat beside a shallow saucer Tryin' to catch a whale Then what have I got to try to make you buy The heart I've got for sale? How much wood would a wood-chuck chuck If a wood-chuck could chuck wood? I'd chuck double with no trouble If it did me any good If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers I'll tell you what I'd do I'd pick a peck of peppers Sit beside a saucer I'd even be a wood-chuck Chuck-in all I could chuck Just to make you love me too.
Written by: JOHNNY MERCER, RICHARD WHITING
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