You are skillful indeed O Charmer For from beneath your vest You produced a naughty rabbit Nibbling on a red heart And running behind the scenes. Soap bubbles flow behind him And a white pigeon Emerge from under your handkerchief Wingless, she yet danced Then disappeared Within a purple cloud of smoke From your pocket Kachina papers scattered And formed themselves Into a bound girl A handsome young chap And an indignant old man The papers fell The thunder boomed And guffaws resounded You picked me up from the back row And hastily snatched my heart You folded it within your handkerchief Then hummed and grinned Your eye, framed inside Artificial lashes Winks slyly at me And your broad, red lips Smile at me With the sarcasm of Charlie Chaplin Drums loudly beat Jazz music blares on In anticipation of the decisive moment A cloud of rosy smoke forms A colorful explosion bangs And my heart disappears Within the folds of your handkerchief Your hat flips in the air Paper hearts Scatter on the ground And the audience enthusiastically applauds I bitterly wept For my vanished heart The lotto ticket That you assured me was a winning one Was never drawn The show came to an end And the game was over