do stay awhile
as long as the grass
we never cut
in our backyard of
mostly garden
with jewels growing
from where they will

do stay awhile
as long as my hair
you won't let me cut
with tempests raging
all throughout
for want of an iron

do stay awhile
as long as your beard
i won't let you cut
with nests throughout
full of birds
who sing you to sleep

do stay awhile
and we'll stay in
and cut naught but our fingernails
and live in our blissful sin.