No Wonder

No wonder he loves her

No wonder at all

The moment she sees him

Her thought is to please him

Before he even knows that he's hungry

She's already there with his plate

Before his glass is even empty

She's filling it up God forbid he should wait

Before he has the chance to tell her

He's chilly, she’ll go put a log on the fire

Fulfilling his every desire-

No trouble, no bother

No wonder she's pretty

What else should she be

She hasn't a worry

And why should she worry

When she gets up her biggest decision

Is figuring out what to wear

To pick a blouse, a skirt

And then there's the problem of what

Should she do with her hair

And later as she stands and studies

A chicken, the question’s "to roast

Or to not roast"

Or better yet may be a pot roast?

Tomatoes? No, potatoes

No wonder he likes it-

It's perfect this way

Who wouldn't want someone

Who fusses and flatters?

Who makes you feel that you're all that matters?

Whose only aim in life is to serve you

And make you think she doesn’t deserve you?

No wonder he loves her-

What else could he do?

If I were a man, I would too!