Oh Henrik, dear
Don't you have anything masculine to practice?
It isn't gloomy, it's profound

In discussing temptation Martin Luther sings
You cannot prevent the birds from flying over your head
But you can prevent them from nesting in your hair
Oh, dear, that's gloomy too

Anne, I was wondering, could we go for a walk?
No, I've so much to tell you
Silly Henrik, don't you realize it's almost tea time?
I'd long to talk but later

Later, when is later?
All you ever hear is Later, Henrik, Henrik, later
Yes, we know, Henrik
Oh, Henrik, everyone agrees, Henrik, please, Henrik

You have a thought you're fairly bursting with
A personal discovery or problem and it's
What's your rush, Henrik? Shush, Henrik
Goodness, how you gush, Henrik, hush, Henrik
You murmur, I only, it's just that
For God's sake, later, Henrik

Henrik, who is Henrik?
Oh, that lawyer's son, the one who mumbles
Bland and boring, yes, he's hardly worth ignoring
And who cares if he's all dammed
I beg your pardon, up inside?

As I've often stated
It's intolerable being tolerated
Reassure Henrik, poor Henrik
Henrik, you'll endure being pure, Henrik

Though I've been born, I've never been
How can I wait around for later?
I'll be ninety on my deathbed
And the late or rather later, Henrik Egerman

Doesn't anything begin?