It’s Esmeralda, Felix
And constant morning gave me grace to say
Simply “Good Morning.” (Darling!) “Will you play?”
And daily you’d defeat me, sun or showers
Quasimodo May Not Dare, F. Kowalewski
It’s Esmeralda, Felix –
She’s such a simple girl
pretty and shy.
She’s a peasant
pure and simple.
Quasimodo, O Quasimodo
ugly and shy
who thinks himself
so good and so fine –
everyone else doesn’t see it that way.
But, O my word, Felix
how they gossip
how they banter
how they plaster
and poison minds
Should we err
how rue is irked?
Should we falter
how ire is irate?
Should we laugh
how contempt is rapture?
Should we succeed
how jealous is Frollo?
It’s Esmeralda, Felix –
she saves us grace
she feeds us hope
she loves us dearly
as long as the broken vase
endearingly enthrones
our thorny rose.
By Curt Robbins