If I had magic I'd make myself miniature
So that I might slip inside a pocket of your Filofax.
And each time you opened your Filofax
I'd peep out and gently kiss your finger tips.
So gently would I kiss you wouldn't notice.
You'd think it was a draught or slight breeze.
Then, business complete, you'd close your Filofax 'til the next time and then I'd peep out and kiss your fingertips again.