A crimson boat waives The flow of the waves As a blonde damsel craves An infernal sun.
Next to the maid and the dandy-fella - Blossoms a vermillion umbrella Whose washed out shadow - a pallid cellar For two green apples and one apricot The blonde damsel on the way had bought To quench her want of the lustful monster.
Closing her ice-blue eyes, the fair woman, Her sinful inspiration did summon To come carve on her navel so sullen A blue picture of the new Benzart bridge.