Paradise

THE SAUSAGE IN LOVE


Little Joan is asking daddy:

“In the evening I am ready

to eat breakfast. Yummy ! Yummy !

Where's a sausage from my mummy ?”


Rarity ! Rarity ! Honey !

Where are you ? This is not funny !

Rarity ! Missing rarity !

Where are you ? Come on, dear sweety !


Rarity ! Rarity ! Honey !

Where are you ? This is not funny !

Rarity ! Missing rarity !

Where are you ? Come on, dear sweety !


Joan is searching, very busy,

shoes and pockets' little missy,

but she can't feel like a hero.

Any sausage ! Nothing ! Zero !


Rarity ! Rarity ! Honey !

Where are you ? This is not funny !

Rarity ! Missing rarity !

Where are you ? Come on, dear sweety !


Rarity ! Rarity ! Honey !

Where are you ? This is not funny !

Rarity ! Missing rarity !

Where are you ? Come on, dear sweety !


Joan, suddenly, feels the flavor.

"That's my sausage ! What a savor !

It is eaten by somebody !

Came back sausage ! Mummy ! Daddy !"


But the sausage takes it easy.

Any massage to the missy,

any reason to be sorry

because there is a love story.


Joanna's rarity, honey

was lonely. This is not funny !

Now, a flavour of the sweety

is for Poppy. What a pity !


Joanna's rarity, honey

was lonely. This is not funny !

Now, a flavour of the sweety

is for Poppy. What a pity !


Rarity ! Honey !

This is not funny !