I heave immense sighs of abnormal size When I durst gaze upon thine ear. The silken folds of thy sapphire robe Encourage me to serenade thee by starlight. I canst imagine thee withoutst me standing by To protect thee from the dangers of the night. The sanguine tulips, poking up their ruddy heads, Gracefully dance on their flowerbeds. The elegant rose, blooming on yonder bush, Lays betwixt the pinecone brush.
Buds appear amidst the pure green leaves With ivy trailing up past the eaves.
The violet, in its timidity like a fawn, Rears its head in the blushing dawn. With fishes swimming as they should. Buttery as creamy pantaloons in the fresh launder. Scene 5 Lord Staggart tries to convince Miss Rending that 4 a.m. is a perfectly reasonable time for a serenade. The love incarnated in yon rose.