A woman from my neighbourhood
Had a yellow hood.
She made a courteous bow, so low,
Sweeping the webs of my heart with her blow.
For she was gentle and fragile,
To my heart she reached in agile.
Upon her removal of her hood fair,
Were released her beautiful blonde hair.
All the lions envied her hair which is to them her mane.
And all the horses reared up in front of her domain,
To give respect they waved their mane.
Like a fairytale the scenery was,
It sparked in me the approach to her hawse.
Would she let me, nobody knows.