The Last Coup De Rideau

The last time That you left Prima Donna, you were in your prime It was like death You were as bumptious as a peacock And I was an injured fighting cock A badly disabled rooster A shamelessly humiliated warrior Who needed a Savior An amateur social worker To guide me and to show me the way Instead, you fled away Like a passing Canadian geese You left me drowning in tears I was incredibly sad And extremely mad Things happen, I guess, for a reason Now, it is a new and different season I have gone great length To gain amazing inner strength To rehabilitate my soul All along, I was never a fool Who was afraid to endure Excruciating pain In vain Deep inside me, I was sure Despite the blind sun Despite the dark moon Despite the gloomy weather After fighting hard, I would wake up better Than yesterday Spring is here, it is the month of May It is my time to rejuvenate And to walk away from the destined ill-fate.