 A mixer and a toaster he plugged into the wall. Stew pot and a coffee pot to boil things you boil. Her home looked like a hardware store. It shined so bright and gay. And every trip he'll snuck back only same old words he'd say. Good morning, dear. Good evening, dear. Good afternoon, I say. I stopped to have a friendly chat with a neighbor down the way. When I saw her connections and all the things they'll do, I thought my dear I'd buy a few and bring them home for you.