GRANDPA!

I danced alone,

And then they told me of your death

My soul cried

Oh, the pain!

The torment of my dying relative,

My soul bleeds eternally,

WHEN WILL IT END?

It was so sad,

And then the gypsies came,

And they danced with me,

Together, yet alone

The smorgasbord of our souls,

The funeral of our torment,

It was all there,

Floating, in our doom

It was like the present that

Grandpa left at the door,

OH GRANDPA!!!

Why did you leave?!

Oh, how I love the gypsies,

How I love their dancing,

Especially the one lone tambourine-playing,

And my dog, he danced with them!

And then, he was run over by the gypsies' caravan!

The eternal torment of my soul!

I beat the gypsies back with their tambourines,

And then, in my pain,

I danced alone.