Blues were the days,
When Eve was making hays.
Things were hard to comeby,
Enough they had for a standby.
Life was boring,
The same lion roaring,
The birds humming,
Neither the winds charming.
While Adam was having an apple
Advised the angel:
“Adam and Eve
Go on a leave”
Adam knew the same ways,
The lion, birds, and the wind sway.
Adam decided to pursue
The secret little garden
Which Eve had hidden.
Eve was wise, ‘cause Adam ran out of choice
Thus began the theory of LOVE, LUST and Everything else.
--- Gatty
