Свадебная фотография  
 

              Wedding Photograph  

                Goodbye, Harry I must have you by me for a time

                But once in the jungle you must go off to a higher clime

                The old lion on his slow toe

                Will eat you up, that is the way you will go.  

                  Oh how I shall like to be alone on the jungle path

                  But you are all right now for the photograph

                  So smile Harry smile and I will smile too

                  Thinking what is going to happen to you,

                  It is the death wish lights my beautiful eyes

                  But people think you are lucky to go off with such a pretty prize.

                Ah feeble me that only wished alone to roam

                Yet dared not without marrying leave home

                Ah woe, burn fire, burn in eyes’s sheathing

                Fan bright fear, fan fire in Harry’s breathing.