The party has started,
It is time to go.
Fly away! longing eyes
of the tame-hearted,
Before the longing starts to show.
Et la dent de lion
will soon start to bite,
and city lights of neon
Obscuring the moon, silver and bright.
So fly away,
Indulgent tinglings yet little seen,
Before you eat me up,
Et je mangerais
dent de lion - lion's tooth (old French word for dandelion)
je mangerais les pissenlits par la raince - I would be eating dandelion roots (French idiom for being dead)