Hedge Creeper boasts a pedigree,
Dates back six hundred years:
A part of English history,
Her laughter and her tears.
The term refers to hedgerows
That line her country lanes,
Where maidens and their handsome beaux
Recite love's old refrains.
As they continue on their walk,
Young boys creep 'hind the hedges
To overhear the tender talk,
The plighting and the pledges.
The lover knows that they are there;
The stifled sniggers tell him where.
He also knows this isn't new,
For he was once a creeper too.