Part of being a comedian is that it's your job to look at life and regurgitate it in a funny way, to point out its absurdities.
Variations: II Green light, from the moon, Pours over the dark blue trees, Green light from the autumn moon Pours on the grass. . . Green light falls on the goblin fountain Where hesitant lovers meet and pass. They laugh in the moonlight, touching hands, They move like leaves on the wind. . . I remember an autumn night like this, And not so long ago, When other lovers were blown like leaves, Before the coming of snow.