[Owl to Lily] Anonymous Owl leaves her something at lunch. Sock Puppet When put on, it sings. There is no note to indicate who it is from.
I Dream of Jeanie I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair, Borne like a vapor on the summer air. I see her tripping where the bright streams play, Happy as the daisies that dance on her way. Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour, Many were the blithe birds that warbled them o'er: Oh! I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair, Floating, like a vapor on the soft summer air.
I long for Jeanie with the day dawn smile, Radiant in gladness, warm winning guile; I hear her melodies, like joys gone by, Sighing round my heart o'er the fond hopes that die: Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain, Wailing for the lost one that comes not again: Oh! I long for Jeanie and my heart bows low, Nevermore to find her where the bright waters flow.
Plaisir D'amour The pleasure of love lasts only a moment The sorrow of love lasts a lifetime
l gave up everything for my ungrateful Sylvia, Now she leaves me for another lover.
The pleasure of love lasts only a moment The sorrow of love lasts a lifetime
"As long as the water flows softly toward the stream at the edge of the meadow, I will love you," Sylvia told me The water still flows but she has changed.
The pleasure of love lasts only a moment The sorrow of love lasts a lifetime
Lirum Bililirum Lirum bililirum, li-lirum, lirum, lirum. Ah, sound the muted instrument. You hear me well, Pedrina --and not just out of duty. Lirum bililirum, li-lirum, lirum li Ah, sound the muted instrument. Ah, sound the muted instrument. I have loved you for six years and been a good servant to you, but I've been waiting for you so long that I shall end by bursting with love. Ah, don't give me more grief; you know well that I speak the truth.
This is the sweet amd merry month of may
This sweet and merry month of May, While Nature wantons in her prime, And birds do sing, and beasts do play For pleasure of the joyful time, I choose the first for holiday, And greet Eliza with a rhyme: O beauteous Queen of second Troy, Take well in worth a simple toy.