I am O positive -
And this is from my heart.
I can deposit it -
I will become a part 
Of your most tender soul -
Your soul is in your blood.
I will go into every hole -
Forgive me, I'm crud.

You'll be forever young -
And I will die so soon
I will be flung and hung -
On the left horn of the moon.
When you miss me too much -
Prick your finger with a thorn,
Stick out your tongue and touch -
I'll fall down from my horn!