I saw them dance the Second Waltz, so lovely, so fine, Oh my Lord, how my jealous heart did despair and pine. On the terrace, in the dark of night, moonbeams shone bright. Curse them, a perfect couple that evoked a great sight. One, two three and a twirl, oh what a delicate dance I stood, looking in envy, mesmerised in a trance. Would that magic music finally pause and take her To a comfy seat and I would take her as my fleurr. Hold her ever tight, and face to face, we would engage In a soft whisper, kiss her soft ear, 'twill be our stage. But no, they danced on, oblivious of my green face The terrace was their dominion, it was their birthplace. Jealous I slinked home, abandoning her forever. I will not see her again, neither now or ever. Placed 1st.