She is oh, so Venus-y---
He is such a wimp---
Such a tiny penis, he,
He also has a limp.
No joi de vie in him---
He's dull and slow---
What does she see in him?
We all want to know.

You can explain the siphon
Or why there is morning dew---
You can explain the hyphen
And you can try to explain the comma, too.
But you can't explain
What somebody sees
In somebody else.

You can learn carbon dating
And how trees can petrify---
You can learn ways of mating
Of sponges, oysters and octopi---
But you cannot learn
What somebody sees
In somebody else.

You can make clear
The length of the year
Or why seashells appear on the shores,
How there are seasons
And all of the reasons
Which led straight up to the Punic Wars.

You can explain what's tidal,
And you can explain the rain
And why one gets suicidal
When all their tech stocks go down the drain.
But you can't explain
What somebody sees
In somebody else.
 

                         II

He is tall and hunky, too,
She is short and fat;
She looks like a monkey, too,
Besides her chest is flat.
There's ennui in her,
She rings no bell;
What does he see in her?
Who the hell can tell?

You can explain the a.m.
And the right way to make a bed---
You can explain the mayhem
Which seems to follow when wills are read.
But you can't explain
What somebody sees
In somebody else.

Think of those science labs, too,
And diseases they overcome;
You can tell when you've crabs, too,
Though you may not know where you got them from.
But you cannot tell
What somebody sees
In somebody else.

You can make sense
Of shillings and pence
And rates of exchange when you tour---
You can be knowing
Just why things start growing
Once they're covered in horse manure.

You can explain munitions
And the right way to load a gun
And why you have twelve physicians
When years ago you had only one.
But you can't explain
What somebody sees
In somebody else.
 
 
 
 

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