A Girl and Her Red Parasol

On sandy beach enjoyed have I september light. When all at once a parasol and under it, A joyous girl, reflected back my heart's delight. Such cheerful tones they did on everyone emit, That out of blue a smile would make a visit to, Ones cheeks and heart. All joy of world they did transmit. »A-hop-a-dop«: she's sang around : »a-tree-lee-loo«, While parasol was dancing like frog on top, Now up and down then jump restarts whole dance anew. I found my lips were whistling and they couldn't stop, Red heart of mine was drumming rhythms of exult, While legs asked: » Please could we go there on beach and hop?« »Thank you little lassie for wonderful result!« I yelled to little girl inside my open heart, Sincerely as one can when he is an adult. But when I looked to thank to girl for wondrous art, She was not there. All I could see was Lady blue, Was I so gay as not to tell those two apart?