Lyrics:

(BachmanCummings)Miss Fudge is only waiting for a man to come her wayshe has been waiting 80 years for Mr. Maple but he doesn't know that she is waiting tooit's nothing newMr. Maple gets up early every morning cooks his breakfast all alone the house is coldHe needs a woman's hand to comfort him in his reclining yearsHe overhearsThe people on the street they pass him by and sort of snickerIn his younger years he should have been a little quickerFor in the hand of someone he could love but who's to judgeIf he'll ever have a meeting with Miss FudgeMiss Fudge's hopes were fading that a man would come her wayShe had been darning no ones socks and when the years crept up her miseryJust slowly pushed her onAnd now she's goneMr Maple's life alone was just too much for him to bearAnd in his heart he knew there'd never be someone to comfort him at times he criedAnd then he diedBut everything is better nowThey're both at last togetherThe question now is answered for all those who wondered whetherThey each at last had found a friend and if they did misjudgeTheir tombstones side by side read Maple Fudge