Poor Paul... rich Paul... poor little rich boy!

Paul Harrison:

[Paul recites a poem by Richard Le Gallienne as the couple walks through the woods]
I meant to do my work today, / but a brown bird sang in the apple tree... Michelle Latour:
I know that one, too! Paul Harrison:
/ And a butterfly flitted across the field... Michelle Latour:
/ And all the leaves were calling me. Paul Harrison:
/ And the buttercups nodded their smiling heads, / Greeting the bees who came to call, / And I asked the lizard the time of day, / As he sunned himself on a moss-grown wall. / And the wind went sighing over the land, / Tossing the grasses to and fro, / And a rainbow held out its shining hand - / So what could I do but laugh and go? Michelle Latour:
[Paul and Michelle sitting down in a field of flowers]
My mother died when I was born. / I lived with my father on our own, / And we had a cottage where we'd go, / And he died too. / Now I am alone. Michelle Latour:
[pause]
That's a poem, too. I made it up, but it's true. Now it's your turn. Paul Harrison:
My mother's run way. / My father has a lot of money. That's all. Paul Harrison:
[Paul picks a yellow flower and gives it to Michelle]
Poor Michelle. Michelle Latour:
Poor Paul... rich Paul... poor little rich boy!