'Twas Dragobete season
And Love was in the air,
So Iancu had a reason
To wear flowers in his hair.
He danced around the city
And he skipped about the forests,
He thought he looked pretty,
But his costume frightened tourists.
He kissed a random gramma
Earned a handbag in the face,
So he tried to kiss a llama
But he got sprayed in the face.
By now he was wet and tired
So he trudged his way back home,
Feeling seriously de-wired,
Feeling seriously alone.
A phone-call came from Bulgaria
He answered on the go,
It was cool for Romania
To have a friend who loved him so.
DRAGOBETE DAY! 3