Her delicate hands, her soft blue eyes,
lose yourself to her beauty
Give her all you can; she is
the only one you will love.

So you promise her the world,
she does not accept
She thinks little of this world
and does not hide her distaste.

Her long, blonde curls, her lithe figure dancing,
she enthrals you so you pursue
The chase continues,
but this mouse does not fear the cat.

You find her mocking you, poor mite,
chasing and chasing
She lifts her beautiful head high, tosses her mane,
she will never be caught.