I fantasyse a fodder/		
					who myght feeed mye goost/
		amende it atnyght/	
when thee darke nd dreade onlee drenche/
							nd drowne my hart in sorowe/
I am lost/
				softlye now tale me/
all thee preteee thyngs I wont to heere/
tale me/	
							you love me/
that I am evrythynge u’ve wonted neer/
							that mye prestencts dose not
alarm you/
					that thes sun is bryght/ yellow/
		fool of energee nd lyfe/
								that you are proud/
of me/											not ashamed/
			of my bryght colers/
							tell me you love me