.
O hoo-hoo! William, there you sit,
and court me with a verse.
Your love is running fowl a bit
and come to be a curse!
You call me “darling” and admire
my voice and very presence,
but yesterday I spied you, sire,
cavorting with the pheasants!
O hoo hoo! William, worthless words
assail me without stopping.
It’s time I soared like other birds,
descending with a dropping!
.
|