In perfumed spring I saw her face
Her jowls appeared soft and moist
Gathered and lifted by fine gilt brace
I gave out a hollar and then I voiced
Hoping perhaps to frisk and to foist
She took notice and at me looking toward
She ran laughing away and onward forward
.
I fell from the bucket top and landed hard
And I wept as she ran o'er through the wood
Then picked myself up from the apple yard
And hobbled my person after her as fast as I could
My young body yearned for hers as it should
To a flowering meadow clearing I then came
Pausing, his heaving chest he could feel a flame
and this got messed up!