they sing Ave, Ave, Ave
and stamp
breaking the holiness
with a spark of devilry
the orange trees dance with them
swaying in the sensual breeze
scenting everything with a youthful zest
their skirts are dusted with the heady incense
smoky and lovely
this hot day everything clings
they swing their hair back
their faces thrilling with joy
facing the sinking sun
they praise the madonna
Ave, Ave Ave Maria
Mother of Our Lord.