I like you, and I know why.
I like you because you are a good person to like.I like you.
Because when I tell something special, you know it's special.
And you remember it, a long long time.
You say, remember when you told me something special.
And both of us remember.
When I think something is important.
You think it's important too.
We have good ideas.When I say something funny, you laugh.
I think I'm funny and you think I'm funny, too.
I like you because you know where I'm ticklish.
And you don't tickle me there except.
Just a little tiny bit sometimes.
But if you do then I know where to tickle you too.
You know how to be silly.
That's why I like you.
Boys are you ever silly.
I never met anybody sillier than me till I met you.
I like you because you know when it's time to stop being silly.
Maybe the day after tomorrow.
Maybe never.
Oops too late, it's quarter past silly.
We fool around the same way all the time.
Sometimes we don't say a word.
We snurkle under fences.
We spy secret places.
If I am a goofus on the roofus.
Hollering my head off, you are one too.
If I pretend I am drowning.
You pretend you are saving me.
If I am getting ready to pop a paper bag.
Then you are getting ready to jump.
That's because you really like me.
You really like me, don't you?
And I really like you back, and you like me back.
And I like you back, and that's the way we keep on going every day.
If you go away then I go away too, or if I stay home.
You send me a postcard.
You don't just say ‘well, see you around some time.’
I like you a lot because of that.
If I go away I send you postcard too.
And I like you because if we go away together.
And if we are in Grand Central Station.
And if I get lost, then you are the one that is yelling for me.
And I like you because when I am feeling sad.
You don't always cheer me up right away.
Sometimes it is better to be sad.
You can't stand the others being so googly and gaggly every single minute.
You want to think about things. It takes time.
I like you because if I think I am going to throw up then you are really sorry.
You don't just pretend you are busy looking at the birdies and all that.
You say maybe it was something you ate.
You say the same thing happened to me one time, and the same thing did.
If you find two flour-leaf clovers, you give me one.
If I find four, I give you two.
If we only find three, we keep on looking.
Sometimes we have good luck, and sometimes we don't.
If I break my arm and if you break your arm too.
Then it is fun to have a broken arm.
I tell you about mine.
You tell me about yours. We are both sorry.
We write our names and draw pictures.
We show everybody and they wish they had a broken arm too.
I like you because I don't know why, but everything that happens is nicer with you.
I can't remember when I didn't like you.
It must have been lonesome then.
I like you because because because......
I forget why I like you .
But I do, so many reasons.
On the Fourth of July.
I like you because it's the Fourth of July.
On the Fifth of July I like you too.
If you and I had some drums, and some horns and some horses.
If we had some hats and some flags and some fire-engines.
We could be a HOLIDAY. We could be a CELEBRATION.
We could be WHOLE PARADE.
See what I mean?
Even if it was the nine-hundred-and-ninety-ninth of July.
Even if it was August.
Even if it was way down at the bottom of November.
Even if it was no place particular in January.
I would go on choosing you.
And you would go on choosing me.
Over and over again.
That's how it would happened every time.
I don't know why.
I guess I don't know why I like you really why do I like you.
I guess I just like you.
I guess I just like you .
Because I like you.