By Mike Brosnan
I saw her 'neath the willow tree.
More comely damsel rarely found
I venture say, do be with me
The wily dame will not be bound.
As cool stream waters flow oe'r her feet.
Do I bravely sit beside her ivory limbs.
This, no bustling city street -
'Tis countryside in all its silent times.
Encouraged by her sidelong smile
I venture closer, oh so brave.
Of timid nature, it takes a while
Will I run, like a knave?
She beckons -
The male, oh so weak.
Is won, beside that cool creek.