WHEN the little armadillo With his head upon his pillow Sweetly rests, And the parrakeet and lindo Flitting past my cabin window Seek their nests, -- When the mists of even settle Over Popocatapetl, Dropping dew, -- Like the condor, over yonder, Still I ponder, ever fonder, Dear, of You! May no revolution shock you, May the earthquake gently rock you To repose, While the sentimental panthers Sniff the pollen-laden anthers Of the rose! While the pelican is pining, While the moon is softly shining On the stream, May the song that I am singing Send a tender cadence winging Through your dream! I have just one wish to utter -- That you twinkle through your shutter Like a star, While, according to convention, I shall cas-u-ally mention My guitar. Senorita Maraquita, Muy bonita, pobracita! -- Hear me weep! -- But the night is growing wetter, So I guess that you had better Go to sleep. |