A gentle float, she runs with scents of sweetness.
The road casts and bolts, warm & cold trancelike.
As I like to her eyes, that vast power.
roaring harp and sing, thy butterflies my stomach dances.

My pout put to rest, she forms her happiness with tightness.
A little days of duckling, crosses me just beyond.
As the day, never has it come at me with lightness.
O goodness I trip each early light, forever I have found.

The disorderly rays is skilled with teaching tis' a joy to drive.
All this beauty! It’s good to be on the autobaun.