To Alfonso, was it a disgrace / that his page tried to cover his face? / Did the kid underwhelm / him, presenting his helm? / Al won’t say, he just stares into space. /// Calm Alfonso keeps holding his pose / with his forehead in light, so it glows. / In this portrait by Titian / poor Alfonso is wishin’ / he could scratch that damned itch on his nose.
To Alfonso, was it a disgrace / that his page tried to cover his face? / Did the kid underwhelm / him, presenting his helm? / Al won’t say, he just stares into space. /// Calm Alfonso keeps holding his pose / with his forehead in light, so it glows. / In this portrait by Titian / poor Alfonso is wishin’ / he could scratch that damned itch on his nose.