We-‘re Grown-Up Enough For Love! Sweet Dove!
Look Not Down, There, Or, Far Above!!
I-‘m Right In-Front Of You: Behold!
Look, We Are At The Same Threshold!!
That, Yonder Twisty Way, Is Long:
To Which, This Sub-Way Leads, A Throng!
We May Join It, Now, All-Along!
See, All Are Ready, For A Song:
That Shall Be Signaled By That Gong!
We All, To Swelling Crowds Belong!
At Strike Of Hammer, We Shall Move!
Are Worth Of It, We’ll Have To Prove!!
That Grove, Of Blossoming Trees, Ahead:
Shall Bring Good Omen, To Our Tread!
But, We Must Move Promptly, Firmly:
In Quest Of Life; In Quest Of Glee!
You-‘d Said You Won-‘t Consent? Alright!
But, I Shall Wait For The Moment Right!!
I-‘m Sure, Some Day, Things Shall Be Changed!
And Matters Shall Get, All Arranged!!
Why, One Should Rob: One-‘s Own Sweet Bun?
Why, Should Not One Get A Full Life-‘s Fun?
Just Hear, What Says, This Pre-Spring Wind?
Let-‘s Enjoy Life, Till It All Gets Thinned!
Look Up! And, Let-‘s Look In Our Eyes!!
I Think, They-‘ve In Them, All Our Prize!!
We Have, Hardly Some Time! Get Wise!
Or Every-Thing Will End, In -Ë—byes-‘?