One like a ratel tumbled hurry skurry.
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
Of dish and fruit to offer her:
"Nay, take a seat with us,
She loathed the feast:
One whisked a tail,
Clearer than water flowed that juice;
Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise
To my young bride and me, Mary.
Morning and evening
One like a ratel tumbled hurry skurry.
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
Of dish and fruit to offer her:
"Nay, take a seat with us,
She loathed the feast:
One whisked a tail,
Clearer than water flowed that juice;
Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise
To my young bride and me, Mary.
Morning and evening