Miss Fudge is only waiting for a man to come her way
She has been waiting 80 years for Mr. Maple
But he doesn't know that she is waiting too
It's nothing new
Mr. Maple gets up early every morning cooks his breakfast
All alone the house is cold
He needs a woman's hand to comfort him in his reclining years
He overhears
The people on the street they pass him by and sort of snicker
In his younger years he should've been a little quicker
In the hand of someone he could love but used to judge
If he'll ever have a meeting with Miss Fudge
Aaah, aah, ah
Miss Fudge's hopes were fading that a man would come her way
She had been darning no one's socks
When the years crept up her misery just slowly pushed her on
And now she's gone
Mr. Maple's life alone was just too much for him to bare
And in his heart he knew that there would never be
A someone there to comfort him at times he cried
And then he died
But everything is better now
They're both at last together
The question now is answered for all those who wondered whether
They each at last had found the friend and if they did misjudge
Their tombstones side by side read Maple Fudge
