It's a Bore

Look at all the captivating

Fascinating things there are to do

Name two

Look at all the pleasures

All the myriad of treasures

We have got

Like what?

Look at Paris in the spring

When each solitary thing

Is more beautiful than ever before

You can hear every tree

Almost saying, "Look at me!"

What color are the trees?

Green!

What color were they last year?

Green!

And next year?

Green!

It's a bore

Don't you marvel at the power

Of the mighty Eiffel Tower

Knowing there it will remain evermore?

Climbing up to the sky

Over ninety stories high

How many stories?

Ninety!

How many yesterday?

Ninety!

And tomorrow?

Ninety!

It's a bore

The river Seine

All it can do is flow

But think of wine

It's red or white

But think of girls!

It's either yes or no

And if it's no or if it's yes

It simply couldn't matter less

But think of a race

With your horse in seventh place

Then he suddenly begins

And he catches up and wins

With a roar!

It's a bore!

Life is thrilling as can be

Simply not my cup of tea

It's a gay, romantic fling

If you like that sort of thing

It's intriguing

It's fatiguing

It's a game

It's the same dull world wherever you go

Whatever place you are at

The earth is round

But everything on it is flat

Don't tell me Venice has no lure?

Just a town without a sewer

The Leaning Tower I adore

Indecision is a bore

But think of the thrill

Of a bullfight in Seville

When the bull is uncontrolled

And he charges at a bold matador

It's a bore

Think of lunch beneath the trees

Stop the carriage, if you please

You mean you don't want to come?

The thought of lunch leaves me numb

But I implore

Oh no, Uncle, it's a bore