O Tell Me the Truth About Love噢，请告诉我什么是爱情的真谛

Some say love’s a little boy，

And some say it’s a bird，

Some say it makes the world go round，

Some say that’s absurd，

And when I asked the man next-door，

Who looked as if he knew，

His wife got very cross indeed，

And said it wouldn’t do.

Does it look like a pair of pyjamas，

Or the ham in a temperance hotel？

Does its odour remind one of llamas，

Or has it a comforting smell？

Is it prickly to touch as a hedge is，

Or soft as eiderdown fluff？

Is it sharp or quite smooth at the edges？

O tell me the truth about love.

I looked inside the summer-house;

It wasn’t over there;

I tried the Thames at Maidenhead，

And Brighton’s bracing air.

I don’t know what the blackbird sang，

Or what the roses said;

But it wasn’t in the chicken-run，

Or underneath the bed.

Can it pull extraordinary faces？

Is it usually sick on a swing？

Does it spend all its time at the races，

or fiddling with pieces of string？

Has it views of its own about money？

Does it think Patriotism enough？

Are its stories vulgar but funny？

O tell me the truth about love.

Your feelings when you meet it， I

Am told you can’t forget.

I’ve sought it since I was a child

But haven’t found it yet;

I’m getting on for thirty-five，

And still I do not know

What kind of creature it can be

That bothers people so.

When it comes， will it come without warning

Just as I’m picking my nose？

Will it knock on my door in the morning，

Or tread in the bus on my toes？

Will it come like a change in the weather？

Will its greeting be courteous or bluff？

Will it alter my life altogether？

O tell me the truth about love.

有人說爱是个小男孩，

也有人说爱是只小鸟。（剩余1530字）

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