Dot and Bug in the Street

(There's a place in the heart of Harmelodia
It’s greener than the greenest place you’ve been)
Dot shuddered as she imagined standing before the fussy concert master,
while he lectured ponderously on melody, and the correct placement of melody
(Okay, that was poor. I think another time over would be proper. One, two…)
The June-July sun painted a shimmering gold light across the sidewalks,
and brightened the busy thoroughfares, filled with minstrels and performers of
all varieties
(In the green, green soap of the ocean
In the green, green soap of the sea
In the green, green soap of the ocean…)
(…and a big red nose
Nobody really knows you
My Tuesday girl
Tuesday girl…)
At the gates of the Harmelodia Park and Gardenarium, they saw a young skiffle
band playing a happy song, with all their hearts and souls, and Dot thought, «Now there. There’s something that doesn’t sound like it’s been dug out of a
tomb.»