Guilty of being callous and lazy with a precious thing. Oh the fool, oh the man. Why has the lovely garden grown afoul? Selfish and indulgent, fully aware yet off the pace. Oh the fool, oh the man. Why has the flock flown north in summer? Decadent and narcissistic an inch from degenerate ways. Oh the fool, oh the man. Why has the water not fallen from the sky? Simple and elegant, flower from the stone. Oh the girl, oh the lady What can these eyes not see? Desirous and intelligent, sheathed as a Nile Queen. Oh the girl, oh the lady. Why hasn't the bee found rest? Long and flowing, like night with a pinch of day Oh the girl, oh the lady. Which of these words will bid you good night?
