Classic Poem

(with Ira Gershwin)

VERSE

Spring is here,
I'm a fool if I fall again,
And yet I'm enthralled
By its call again.
You say you love me —
I know from the past
You mean to love me,
But these things don't last.
Fools rush in
To begin new love affairs.
But tonight,
Tonight, my dear, who cares?

REFRAIN

Fun to be fooled,
Fun to pretend,
Fun to believe
Love is unending.
Thought I was done,
Still it is fun
Being fooled again.
Nice when you tell
All that you feel,
Nice to be told
This is the real thing.
Fun to be kissed,
Fun to exist,
To be fooled again.
It's that old devil moon
Having its fling once more,
Selling me Spring once more,
I'm afraid love is king once more.
Fun to be fooled,
Fun to pretend,
This little dream
Won't end.