They keep on asking him “Did you have fun?”
He answers “yes” because that seems to please,
like when they shoot and bid him to say “cheese.”

It’s not my place to quarrel – he’s their son –
but empty questions beg polite decrees.
They keep on asking him “Did you have fun?”
He answers “yes” because that seems to please.

It isn’t what the boy and I have done –
we like to be together – company’s
our pleasure – we don’t need festivities.
But they keep asking him “Did you have fun?”
He answers “yes” because that seems to please,
like when they shoot and bid him to say “cheese.”

(Madrigal)