When I see some baby pigeons with their mommy in a nest
I get a joyous feeling sorta rising in my chest
Thatís love

When I see a perfect rock, or a row of paperclips
A quiet kid of pleasure makes a smile come to my lips
Thatís love too

When I hold my little nephew, and I bounce him on my knee
Iím smiling down at him, and heís smiling up at me
Thatís love

Loveís a simple thing to see, why go on for hours?
With oatmeal in a bowl to love, who needs hearts and flowers?
And even though his silly tricks can drive us far apart
Iíll always have a special place for Ernie in my heart