How sad the face that bloom
Wistful the Rex in lace
Bitter the lovers that embrace
Ungrateful, the soul that seeks grace
So humble, the child of doom
All is as a dream
Not all is as it seem

How brothers eat with green fork
Smile- a mirage of the face
Flattery has become a common tongue
Even from the sweetest, bitterness is sprung
The purest of meat is pork
Life is as a dream,
Not all is as it seem