A frame on the wall, in the city Montreal,
The door leading to the hall,
And a window opening small,
To the left of it in the dining room,
Laying you on the silver spoon,
Curls like Champaign,
pouring intoxicating wine like full moon,
Curves to attract,
Like that of Shakespeare's act,
I am lucky to have you,
like i have been blessed with a boon.
