Me Am Spicy, She Am Mild
With Scottish Bonnet and flashing red hair
A temper of exploding proportions
And me am gentle and gregarious
A lover of people while she holds dear
Her people and holds off all others
When the meal is served she eats bland
And I eat fire, on my salad
In my curried eggs and coffee
Cayenne and Habanero
At first it seems so strange
Me the mild one, eating the spice
And her the hot one,
Adding only salt and butter
But then if she am spicy but loves the mild
Am I not the mild that loves the spice?
A better fit one cannot find.
And though I sometimes wish
Her explosiveness were milder
I would not love so much if it were
Me amore spicy, she am that spice!