The orchard under two hills
Is heaving obscenely with fruit
The postman passes a patch of purple foxgloves
Waving their heads obscenely about
A little girl triggers obscene anxiety
Alone on her path through the woods
A cottage with roses around the open door
Sits obscene in the centre and broods

I'm so famous I've been forgotten on five continents!

Sing (a capella) the song you wanted to murmur in Rika's ear