A lovely lady I once knew
With golden laces that looped her shoes
It was out within that noxious rye,
Where cautiously, she caught my eye!

Oh how her heart could sing,
Delicate as though an angel's wing!
From her shone such a glow
Like Sun to seed her soul could grow.

Without the choir with which she inspires
This nature of living will soon expire.
Like the dirt road tore with bore
Neglected with scorn, troubled by chore.

She was the antidote in all this mess
That special gal among all the rest
Whom I wish could cure the barrenness
Which poisons me so, I do attest!