If you've never learned swan-language you will never understand
What a piece of purple passion's taking place!
Sam who's on the left, has asked Serena for her hand,
For he much admires her elegance and grace.
'Swim over here, my lovely' he's hissing as he glides,
'To the purple shadows underneath the trees.
I'm certain that you'll make the most incredible of brides.
Come on. sweetheart, don't be such an awful tease!'
But Serena isn't easy; she's a girl who knows her mind,
And she coyly glides off right to make it clear.
Says she 'The purple shadows; our reflections on the pond,
Make an amorous, seductive atmosphere,
But don't take me for granted, Sam, there's a time and there's a place;
You must wait, I fear, to cast your magic spell!
To plight our troth 'on camera' would be a big disgrace.
And I've got a headache coming on as well!'