Friday, March 07, 2008

Le Dejeuner Sur L'Herbe by Albert Sterbak

It started in a quiet way,

One morning in the Tuileries,

When suddenly a Fox cried out:

"Fromage!" or-as we call it-Cheese.

His voice took on a softer tone,

As he assumed a mannered air,

Just as a gorgeous Crow flew by

Perfumed by eau de Camembert.

Of coures, the Fox-a cultured chap,

Who loved the paintings of Manet-

Was thinking only of the arts,

When, cunningly, he turned to say:

"O Noble bird of golden beak,

Thou whom the Gods do so inspire,

O That a Fox might hear Thee sing.

O come on, Baby, light my fire!"

Her tail a slowly opened fan,

The sultry Crow began to sing

A simple song about amour,

For she loved Paris in the spring.

She drew a wing up to her eyes

And flashed a sleek, black satin gleam;

She taunted with her "String of Pearls,"

And then she began her beguine!

She let a song go from her heart

Unlike the Fox had ever heard.

She called in "Ornithology"

(She was a Charlie Parker bird).

The tale approached a tragic end

When, with a wink, she dropped the cheese-

A naughty thing for her to do

But, as she said, she aimed to please.

The Fox invited her to lunch-

Upon the grass, as did Manet-

"What could be lovelier," quoth he

"Than free-range Crow with Beaujolais?"

The moral: Never trust a Fox,

Or lead him on with baited breath,

For, as we see, fine Camembert

Can lead to untimely death.

published in the Buffalo News, Sunday March 2, 2008

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