She keeps filling up the hut with rubbish
Like flowers and plants
And not only is it overcrowded
It's loaded with ants
She's definitely too intrusive
A nuisance
And yet
She's an interesting creature
This Eve
She's developing a strange new habit
Which doesn't make sense
She's forever reaching out to touch me
Which makes me feel tense
She is definitely quite eccentric
A numbskull, and yet
She's an interesting creature
This Eve
Colors drive her absolutely crazy
The gold of the sun
The purple of the hills
Crimson-colored clouds in the skies
When I say this is sentimental hogwash
Foolishness
She simply sighs
When I'd rather be alone and resting
Then she comes around
And invariably starts describing
Some wonder she's found
She invariably gets my back up
Yet invariably I perceive
She's an interesting creature
This Eve
Once I saw her standing on a hilltop
Her head tilted back
The sunlight on her face
Gazing at the flight of a bird
And suddenly I saw that she was beautiful
Beautiful
Yes, that's the word
There are animals around this garden
More soothing than she
But there's nothing in the whole of Eden
More pleasant to see
If she'd only learn to keep her mouth shut
One minute at a time
Why, I believe
I could possibly enjoy just watching
This curiously interesting creature
Called Eve