How boring
laments the moon
when it’s
smiling to the lovers.
They laugh
and jest in the saloon
but they
never return their thanks
to the
kindly moon.
How boring
regrets the sun
when it’s shining
on the lovers.
They joke
and have a lot of fun
but they
never return their thanks
to the
friendly sun.
How boring
bewails the rose
when it‘s
fragrant for the lovers.
They’re
cheek to cheek and nose to nose
but they
never return their thanks
to the pretty
rose.
How boring
complains the bird
when it’s
singing for the lovers.
They’re
crazy and forget each word
so they
never return their thanks
to the
lovely bird.
The moon,
the sun, the rose and the bird
get more
and more unhappy
and decide
to work to rule.
That’s why
the lovers get more and more
disgruntled,
cross and testy.