The snow capped mountains
Climb on me
The Tigers in Siberia
Know my name
...
I clothe my chasteness with
your innocence
I clothe my coyness with
...
When you bring your
Lips to mine,
My eyes close in
Blissful rhyme,
...
When you asked about me
from the flowers today
in the afternoon, did they
tell you that I was looking
...
Me, I am made of little things,
choc o chips, stems of tulips,
made of pages from a book
sure, come and take a look!
...
Once i saw a pretty polka dot
which was prancing in the parking lot.
'what troubles you? ' said I, sitting trot
it cried 'I can't find my canister shot'
...
He grabbed her by her hair
threw the glass on the floor
pushed her to the door
banged her head to the wall
...