Classic Poem

See her flutter and fly,
Flapping her wings beside us,
Telling what blisses betide us,
Only that time may deride us
By-and-by.

Watch her quiver and run,
Telling of blossoms and blisses,
Tempting with curtseys and kisses,
Offering love and caresses,
Summer and sun.

Known of yore as a lie
False in her charm and chatter,
Yet she will flirt and flatter;
And we will follow — (what matter