I love to dance and sing a moonlit serenade....
Even though I am remarkably coy....
I am, so far, a measly stripling...
Those facts simply raise the intrigue...
For being uncomfortable, I am the father,
the end all, be all of awkwardness.
Ah, so you ask where was the birth of this awkwardness?
Let us flashback to my last moonlit serenade,
where I embarrassed myself in front of my own father....
The ending was the beginning of me being coy,
when my nakedness aroused everyone else’s intrigue,
and everyone got to glance, the lowly, naked stripling.
I suppose I had no feelings, being a stripling?
Forget it, it's over.... This is really about my awkwardness,
is that not what piqued your intrigue?
Why am I always alone during my serenade?
Well, I must say that it is all in being coy,
where I don't want to lose the pride of mine father!
By all means, if only you knew mine father....
His shadow I'll never escape, therefore always being a stripling....
Always being a stripling, hence always being coy....
Always being coy, which ultimately leads to awkwardness....
Though I love you, so I will still try my serenade....
So as to toss you some fodder for your intrigue.
Careful now... You can get lost in a dazed intrigue,
and wake up to not even knowing your father.
Ahem. Ok this is it, my only serenade...
Ooooooh I wish you to see me not as a stripling
so I could only shine through my awkwardness
and not wind up feeling, and not wind up feeling so coy!
That's enough of that. Back to feeling coy.
Hopefully that fulfilled all of your intrigue...
Certainly gave me my feel of awkwardness...
Now I must run home so I can tell father,
how he should no longer see me a stripling,
because of your moonlit serenade.
I suppose that being coy is better than being my father.
He works hard for my intrigue, and I am far from being only a stripling.
The ability to overcome awkwardness, if only through a moonlit serenade!
