Nursery Rhyme

Sing a song of rye tears,
A pocket full of words.
My love he is a lion
And I am burning verse.

Halloo! cried the red, red fox
All grinning in the briar.
My love is oak-tree honest
And I a careless liar.

Five fishes are swimming
Deep in the lake's dark hold.
My love is bold, black iron
Yet I'm the one that's cold.

The setting sun is winking
All through the chicken wire.
My love is a rich warship,
I'm Viking blade and fire.

The screech owl is singing
A love song to the pine.
My love is a lovely sonnet
And I can't even rhyme.