Me, Ferdinand Quimhunter III, Peering up a the balcony, oblivious to lno:
Oh maiden fair, upon the square
I fathom not thy tongue,
Yet thy sweet breasts and golden hair
are made for love, so pure and young,
Care to give Ferdie a roll?
Like yon bull of yore am I hung!
Ahem.
:o Ma Ma Ma Ma
Mi Mi Mi Mi
Mo Mo Mo Mo
Moo Moo Moo Moo
My My My My
Ah-HAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I knew that. :o
Are we at the Valkyrie scene already? Where’s the script?
Shouldn’t there be a camel stampede? And some emus? Emus are operatic.
May I help with the costumes, hillbilly queen? I can’t sing, but I can sew.
Script?
This is going to be an extemporaneous Esperanto Rap Opera. Of course, once we’re finished playing it out, we’ll have to find an Esperanto translator.
Can I be Elenfair’s servant/handmaid, the kind who does her hair and clothes and has a shy, secret romance with the delivery boy? I can be in the chorus, too, if you have enough other singers to drown me out. Oh, and I’ll do the programs–somebody find a Babelfish Esperanto-to-English translator for me, will you?
