A poem celebrating a famous duo
Their music springs fresh as fountain
Or ‘edelweiss’ scenting the air,
They climbed every musical mountain,
This ‘whistle a happy tune’ pair;
Such romance one rarely discovers
In two thrown together by chance,
But, getting to know them, ‘young lovers’,
Enraptured, will sigh, ‘Shall we dance?’
Then, swept off their feet without warning,
Like ‘winters that melt into springs’,
They’ll awake to a ‘beautiful morning’,
And sing of their ‘favourite things’.
For melodies ‘softer than starlight’
That ‘younger than springtime’ shine,
And partners who, coupled, win outright,
It’s Rodgers and Hammerstein
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