Lemon Dodo

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One day a girl so sweet 
with a consequential air 
met the Lemon Dodo most convenient.

“What is it?” asked a creature 
with a sun and summer lost in love, 
appearing ignorant.  
(This was the Duc de Limon.)

Gone very pretty. 
“I heard it in the Chair; 
she left without a word on!” 
cried Duc de Limon. 

Duc de Limon was a lad of ten, 
fruit of the poor impossible Lemon Dodo. 

She heard the vulgar expression 
and a common tale 
but not where I come from.

Talk lemon.  
Why can you talk of a bird 
but not pray?

It is sweet but wiser now, 
like a blue bow, or a sadder man. 

Have you a lemon tree, Duc de Limon?   
They say a volcano sings these words 
to extinguish the lemon flower 
with a sweet wink and a regular shrieking.


Don't put your faith in the Lemon Dodo, 
his eyes are mean, said the girl, 
you’ll find that love is another me.
She left behind  the extinct dark. 

Lemon flower is sweet around its neck, 
chimed the girl dancing with excitement. 
She took away the poor  impossible flower.

Does your mother know thought.  
Parrots? Exclaim of your extinction?

She left the flower sweet
but the fruit took a lesson 
and did lie beneath the lemon tree, 
the fruit of the Lemon Dodo. 

One day a girl so sweet with a consequential air met the Lemon Dodo most convenient.

“What sort?” asked a creature with a sun and summer lost in love, appearing ignorant.  (This was the Duc de Limon.)

Gone very pretty. “I heard it in the Chair; she left without a word on!” cried Duc de Limon. 

Duc de Limon was a lad of ten, fruit of the poor impossible Lemon Dodo. 

“She heard the vulgar expression and a common tale but not where I come from,” Duc de Limon said.

“Anyhow,” said the girl. “Talk lemon.  Why can you talk of a bird but not pray?” 

“Well, it is sweet but wiser now, like a blue bow, or a sadder man.” 

“Oh you know hypocrites; that’s just what we just say, ‘Is the poor lemon a bird, it sounds ever so much the same?’” asked the girl. 

“Good gracious, no,” cried Lemon Dodo complacently. 

“Have you a lemon tree, Duc de Limon?   They say a volcano sings these words to  extinguish the lemon flower with a sweet wink and a regular shrieking.”

"Don't put your faith in the Lemon Dodo, his eyes are mean,” said the girl, “you’ll find that love is another me, like words from a Duc de Limon.” 

“I’m a Lemon Dodo, your maternal relative.”

“Good gracious! She left behind  the extinct dark,” said Duc de Limon. 

“Lemon flower is sweet around its neck,” chimed the girl dancing with excitement. 

“That’s quite right,” explained  Lemon Dodo.  She took away the poor impossible flower. “Then, again, it’s a tree, my love, and has gloves, hate ’em — nasty, to eat Lemon Sky.”

We passed that laughter and hid my father's fruit of the pretty, ever tried it?

“Why,” explained the Lemon Dodo, with a “Does your mother know thought. Parrots? Exclaim of your extinction?”

She left the flower sweet but the fruit took a lesson and did lie beneath the lemon tree, the fruit of the the Lemon Dodo. 

“Its lovely”

“Yes, I am,” admitted the fruit of natural history.

 That is the end.

(This is a cut-up.  Text came from lyrics of The Lemon Tree and The Little Panjandrums Dodo by G.E. Farrow published in 1898)