This Plum Is Too Ripe

Their moon was cardboard, fragile

It was very apt to fray

And what was last night scenic

May seem cynic by today

The play's not done

Oh, no—not quite

For life never ends in the moonlit night

And despite what pretty poets say

The night is only half the day

So we would like to truly finish

What was foolishly begun

For the story is not ended

And the play is never done

Until we've all of us been burned a bit

And burnished by—the sun!

This plum is too ripe!

Sorry!

Please don't watch me while I'm eating. 

Sorry!

You are about to drown that magnolia. 

Sorry!

You're—standing—in—my—kumquat!

Sorry!

Take away the golden moonbeam

Take away the tinsel sky

What at night seems oh, so scenic

May be cynic by and by

Take away the painted sunset

Take away the blue lagoon

What at night seems oh, so scenic

May be cynic much too soon

Take away the sense of drama

Take away the puppet play

What at night seems oh, so scenic

May be cynic by today

Take away the secret meetings

Take away the chance to fight

What at night seems oh, so scenic

May be cynic in the light

So take it away and paint it upright!

So take it away and decorate it!

So take it away, that sun is too bright!

I say that it really is a pity

It used to be so pretty

Take away the golden moonbeam

Take away the tinsel sky Take away the painted sunset

What at night seems Take away Take away

Oh, so scenic The blue lagoon The sense of drama

May be cynic What at night seems Take away Take away

By and by Oh, so scenic The puppet play The secret meetings

May be cynic What at night seems Take away

Much too soon Oh, so scenic The chance to fight

May be cynic by today What at night seems oh, so scenic

May be cynic in the light

By today

Much too soon

By and by

This plum is too ripe!

Sorry!