Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис)

Erico

Oh darling Eric, why did you
For my fond affection sue,
And then with surgeons artful aid
Transform yourself into a maid?
So now in petticoats you go
And people call you Erico.

Sometimes I wonder if they can
Change me in turn into a man;
Then after all we might get wed
And frolic on a feather bed:
Although I do not see how we
Could ever have a family.

Oh dear! Oh dear! It's so complex.
Why must they meddle with our sex.
My Eric was a handsome 'he,'
But now he--oh excuse me--she
Informs me that I must forget
I was his blond Elizabet.

Alas! These scientists of Sweden
I curse, who've robbed me of my Eden;
Who with their weird hormones inhuman
Can make a man into a woman.
Alas, poor Eric!.. Erico
I wish you were in Jerico.

1. Посылка (Пожалуй, подведем итог) • L'Envoi (I guess this is the final score)
2. Вайолетт-де-Вир • Violet de Vere
3. Вечерний чай • Afternoon Tea
4. Шотландское гостеприимство • Highland Hospitality
5. Канун Нового года • New Year's Eve

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