O tender maiden thou shall fall in love.
In thee each eye can see beam blissful youth.
Thy voice looks larger cute than coo of dove.
Thy freshest body is like silk in smooth.
Thou art most prettiest petal to man's eye.
Thy perfume could be nosed from farthest miles.
The degree of their dreams on thee is high.
Dont hide therefore,away from them thy smiles.
But careful shall thou be because of rams,
Who only think of eating 'bidden fruit.
Believe not in their lyric-tongue that charms,
They'll plough thee,hate thee,leaving thee as boot.
Give though thy heart to men that know its taste.
Thus,fly away from cock,they're but for waste.
