Haggard and perturbed by thy love,
why such price to be paid
may be penalised, may not is a threat
I kept silent, kept the promise we made
I have seen nobody, not even a single maid.
In a warm and lovely summer night,
I strolled moping, so late
Then wrote lines of our tale,
I winked at a blue star, I didn't rave
The glinting star witnesses, I was afraid,
The story which only the moon read excerpt,
And the craved passing comet heard extract,
Maybe! the news travelled are not so exact
I told a lonely sad violet, that lives near a cave
By the lake, she is sincere to me and great,
By coincidence, the owl heard,
And gleefully told the honest nightingales,
So mice rushed into each house with tales
By the morning, our love was sung by girls;
thy sister played possum parrying what's so near;
Thy father, mowing the lawn, didn't hear
But if thy mother noticed,
Justified would be thy fear.