A moon beam through the prune In June   Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans    And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck    The cheese I have for you, my dear    Is real and very new    A moon beam through the prune In June    Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans    And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck    The love I have for you, my dear    Is real and very new       Prune! (pa-da-dah!)    If it is a real prune Knows no cheese    (cheeky chanky, cheeky chanky)    And stands (Oh no!)    Taller or softer than any tree (or bush)    And I know The love I have for you    Will grow and grow And grow, I think    And so my love I offer you    A love that is strong A prune that is true