Everbody’s Got a Hungry Heart
Did you hear the one about the Norwegian potato farmer from Osseo? It seems he fell in love with a Minneapolis girl. He used to take the trolley into the city to see her on Saturdays. He thought about her every day and sent her little postcards twice a week. He loved her so much he could think of nothing else. One Saturday, after a little lunch they were sitting on a bench in Loring Park. A light summer breeze came across the pond. He wanted to tell her about the hours he spent pining for her in the potato fields and he thought about all of the longing that had built up in him. He remembered how happy he had been to see the trolley and to be on his way back to her side. Finally he knew he loved her. Loved her more than he had ever loved anything in his whole life. He loved her so much that he looked into her eyes. He felt a little something rising in his throat and at that moment, in the middle of the most perfect of afternoons, he loved her so much that he almost told her about it.
