Classic Poem

1

The wing of the blackbird is the hue of her hair
The hue of the rose is the face of my fair
And yet she's a romekin, slomekin thing
And as wild as a filly let loose in the spring
She'll jump o'er the anthills as quick as a bee
And shout to the birds on their nests in the tree
She's a good-for-nothing romikin slomekin thing
Yet as sweet as a queen by the side of a King.

2

She's healthy and wealthy, and wild as a bird
And startles with fear if a bramble be stirred
When far from her home she will run like the roe
And thinks rudeness watching where e'er she may go
But she has good excuses for being so wild
She's a woman in size, while she's only a child
She pictures in fancy, what innocence means
And sports like a baby not yet in her teens.

3

O girlhood has joys what her mother would fain
Recall to herself if they would come back again
And so would we all, but one's youth is the time
For health, love and innocence just's in their prime
A child so loves nature she does not mean sin
Only see what a rolicking humour she's in
She's a young sweet and good-for-naught, rolicking thing
Yet as fair as a queen by the side of a King.