A brick house in deed she is
caressing my neck so sweetly she breathes
Her serenades immature and young
still I love hearing her sound
Dancing through the measures high and low
Tapping the beat over a bridge I bow
Her neck smooth and delicate
my precision touch she allows
patience and loyalty to her I owe much
by practicing and practicing I will conquer her heart
as we dwell next to each other oh, this challenging art
