(Bachman/Cummings)
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Miss Fudge is only waiting for a man to come her way
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she has been waiting 80 years for Mr. Maple but he doesn't know that she is waiting too
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it's nothing new
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Mr. Maple gets up early every morning cooks his breakfast all alone the house is cold
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He needs a woman's hand to comfort him in his reclining years
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He overhears
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The people on the street they pass him by and sort of snicker
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In his younger years he should have been a little quicker
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For in the hand of someone he could love but who's to judge
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If he'll ever have a meeting with Miss Fudge
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Miss Fudge's hopes were fading that a man would come her way
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She had been darning no ones socks and when the years crept up her misery
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Just slowly pushed her on
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And now she's gone
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Mr Maple's life alone was just too much for him to bear
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And in his heart he knew there'd never be someone to comfort him at times he cried
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And then he died
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But everything is better now
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They're both at last together
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The question now is answered for all those who wondered whether
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They each at last had found a friend and if they did misjudge
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Their tombstones side by side read Maple Fudge
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Maple Fudge
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| The Guess Who |
