Isn’t it a piece of cake?
To say hi to one’s beloved.
To rock the cradle,
To say morning to the night.
To say how do you do?
To reach the moon,
And to dream of the stars?
Isn’t it?
Isn’t it a piece of cake?
Easy to avoid truth?
To go round and round,
Yet to mislead?
Isn’t it a piece of cake?
To love someone.
Or not.
Isn’t it?
Adios!
Excellently worthy.