Camilla, come here

Camilla, come over here

Where are you hiding?

Come out, come out

Camilla.

Don't raise your head

Don't raise your eyes

Don't ever uncover your mouth

Don't let me ever see you cry,

Or laugh, or shout...

Don't raise your standards too high

Don't raise your standards too high

Don't you go reading

Don't you go reading

Just keep breeding.

Camilla.....

And the bird of paradise flies

Somewhere in the jungle

Her colors brilliant and bright

Her rapture free and wild

So beautiful it'd make you cry...

So beautiful I'd make you cry...

But that's far away from here.