Person 1: Fine day,

Wouldnt you say?


Person 2: Why yes I quite agree!


1: In the cold and barren winter

Through the late or early December 


2: And in July

The song of birds in the trees


1: Then you my friend 

Will agree with me then

It's always a pleasant day for tea?


2: Yes I'm quite fond of tea!


1: So I see! 

Between the years of yesterday 


2: and a thousand tomorrows 

To come this way 


1: there is only one today! 


2: Say how do you do

To those that you knew


1: Or adieu to those you may rue


2: We're getting off the topic

Wouldn't you say? 


1: Very well 

Well then

When life holds you bothered 

In the days of spring 


2: (Or in December)


1: Yes yes,  nevertheless you should always remember 


1&2: It is always a pleasant day for tea!

There is no mere exquisite beauty which is not mistaken for Madness

Of the name for years
I have longed to call
"Child" has been justly kept.
All that I once Loved
I call my own.
Because I so well know
Of the Heavens above
The Angel's covet 
That which I lost.
And no other shows love
Than the love it never knew.
How thine beauty 
Is much of your own
Sainted Mother fair
Let no one steal
What life holds forfeit
Nor the soul that I have lost. 
Thus, to the life I never knew
As "Child"

You may hide under here
Or perhaps somewhere there
But do rid yourself
Of Momo's stare.
If it is on a page
Perhaps in a book
It's best not to find
And best not to look.
If you hear her name
It's good to not share
Do rid yourself of Momo's stare.
If you are able to see
Through her long dark hair
You will find the eyes
Protruding from every side
And every where.
She wears a smile from ear to ear
That is the way they describe her
At least that is what I hear
You must beware the glare
Of Momo's stare.