Lo! Behold, ye, hither a lovely dame!
Standing ready for some new game,
Striking a strange and daring pose,
Resolve beaming from top to toes.
Does the summer sunlight glare?
Her eyes are covered with care!
Was she playing hide and seek
With wards tender and meek?
Was she called urgently by the grocer,
Or her good old friend, the gardener,
To weigh grams of grains and flour,
Or juicy, ripe fruits gathered before?
Why a long sword does she keep
Flies and fleas with it to sweep,
To sharpen her drawing pencil,
Or just a wand to swing at will?
Calm and poised the lass doth look
Though that’s an odd pose she took
Reading her mind is not that easy
She has now turned me a bit crazy!
Lo! Behold, ye, hither a lovely dame!