Lee Poem by Pierre Rausch

She dabbed her finger
On his shoulder
She sits sole in her corner
She's thirsty, treat
Lee, drink a last glass with me

To the Lee dileidelei, deleidilei, Ya hei!

Beneath the heaven
In cinder lie
In a moment with no other
The flames were under thee

They still throve on the trade
Feeling queer
Still songs to tab

For someone to take
To the business quarry
To the forester quarterback
Quartz earthenware

It isn't better then flying
Dwellings one's may say
Full on the town
They soon found

Of it all would be
In desperation
You feel magnificent
And your memories aren't long