My friend Rena called yesterday,
She said,” It’s summer and I’m going away.”
I asked, “Do you think that’s right.
We won’t see each other for a fortnight?”
She responded, “I’m going to Skopelos.”
I queried, “Do you think that’s ophelos?
There, there are thousands of trees
But no breeze.
A million wasps to sting
That’ll make you sing
You’ll go banano!
All of Athens will be there,
You’d better stay home in your chair.
“No,no, no, I’ve made my decision
It’s all been arranged with precision.”
“Well if that’s how you feel, I agree
But when you arrive think of me.
For you it’s not very hard
TO SEND ME A POSTCARD!”