Someone picked out a fruit that was green, was green,
Gave the tree a good shake, down it fell, it fell...
Here's a song about who failed to sing, to sing,
Of his having a voice unaware, unaware.
Perhaps, there had been discords with the fate, with the fate,
And with luck, things had also been bad, been bad,
While a taut string had lain onto frets, onto frets
With a never detected defect.
He coyly started - with a 'C',
But in the middle, failed to sing...
His chord had failed to ring all out, all out,
And not a soul had been inspired ...
A dog was barking and a cat
Was hunting mice...
Amusing! Isn't it worth a smile, a smile?
His joke went halfway to a halt,
He hadn't finished tasting wine --
He hadn't even had a shot.
He was only about to start words, words,
Still uncertain and slow to begin,
As if small beads of sweat out of pores,
Soul was showing up from under skin.
He'd just started a fight on a ring,
Very slowly, he'd only begun.
He'd just only got his bearings in it,
Judge had barely started the count.
He's keen to know from A to Z,
But hadn't got to it, he hadn't...
Not a surmise, nor the profound -
He hadn't dug down to the heart,
Nor her, who was the only one,
He'd loved all out, he'd loved all out!
Amusing! Isn't it worth a smile, a smile,
He'd hastened life, and all in vain?
And everything he had no time
To solve for life unsolved remained.
I'm not lying, this story is whole,
He'd devotedly served a pure style,
He wrote verses to her on the snow, -
Snows, unfortunately, thaw with time.
But in those days it snowed, anyway,
There was freedom to write on the snow.
And large snowflakes, as well as hail,
With his mouth he caught on the run.
But in a landau, to her place,
He failed to get, he failed to get...
He hadn't run, a fugitive,
He hadn't flown, nor had he raced,
While Taurus, a heaven sign of his,
Was lapping ice-cold Milky Way.
Amusing, isn't it worth a smile,
When time is short by seconds' lack,
A lacking link, a missing while --
And under mark, and under mark.
Amusing, isn't it? Here you are
Amused, even I am put away.
A horse in race, a bird in flight,
And who's to blame, and who's to blame?