Say, was it you, fine sir
Richard Heuberger
Say, was it you, fine sir,
Who recently cavorted about so prettily
And leapt and sang?
Were you the one whose busy larynx
Prevented anyone else from uttering a word?
You can certainly jaw away,
You sang quite agreeably, without mistake.
Yes, it was you, upon my soul,
Who dealt thus with us
And leapt and sang.
Were you the one who never knew anything
About playing the castanets and about singing,
The one who never knew love,
Who fled before the fetters of women?
Yes, it was you; but I would wager
That many a love you embraced
And leapt and sang.
Was it you who gushed forth
Dances and songs without measure?
Was it you who sat in the corner
And did not move his limbs?
Yes, it was you; I recognize you,
You, who compelled us to yawn
And leapt and sang!