One weekend Ray was a bit at loose ends
Getting under foot in Ella's kitchen again
She shooed him out, said
'It's such a nice day, perhaps there's some yard work you might do today'
So he drove where they sold statuettes by the pound
Saying 'if you want real art, gotta go to Waynetown'
He bought a smart cement rabbit standing on hind legs
In a waiter's waistcoat and flourishing a tray

And every morning she'd find
On that small rabbit tray
Secured with a stone
So it would not blow away
A note that said 'to my sweetheart' or 'happy birthday'
'Here's lookin at you kid', forever, Ray, forever, Ray

Pleased with his plan, his idea grew wings
Every weekend he'd add another marvelous thing
A sweet life sized angel, a Madonna and dog
Andy Griffith and Jesus, Big Foot and ground hog

And every morning she'd find
On that small rabbit tray
Secured with a stone so it would not blow away
A note that said 'to my sweetheart' or 'happy birthday'
'Here's lookin at you kid', forever, Ray, forever, Ray

Like autumn to winter, age shuffles in
And they hired a boy from next to rake and?
Every statue a touchstone a memory to recall
In the center the rabbit that started it all
Like a watch that's been turned too often and long
Ella and Ray began to wind down
The springs and small gears had not lost their shine
But simply could no longer hold on to time

Now every morning she places a note on the tray
But without the small stone letting blow a way
Down the street, on the air, to land where they may
Saying, 'I'll be your sweetheart', forever Ray, forever, Ray