WHS: The Eiffel Taro

"Eiffel Taro"

   I got 
son'thin' ta 
say, mio 
caro,
     tho' me-
thinks this verse 
stinks -- like stale 
gar roe,
     and this 
rhyme can't vamp 
time 'til to-
morrow.
     List' a-
way, lest your
day end in 
sorrow!
     Who knows 
nil climbs a 
Kiliman-
jaro.

     Don't tempt 
fate! Best to 
wait in the 
far row.
     Why'd shy 
guys have you 
rise up so 
far...? Oh,
     cry not
"Why not...?"! Sigh 
"Bye, Eiffel 
Taro."