LITTLE SONG OF SEVILLE

At the dawn of day
in the orange grove.
Little bees of gold
searching for honey.

      Where is the honey
then?

      It’s in the flower of blue,
Isabel.
In the flower
there, of rosemary.

      (A little gold chair
for the Moor.
A tinsel chair
for his spouse.)

      At the dawn of day
in the orange grove.