Nightingale stays, long here;
for, Rosa; is his fellow dear!
So sweet is his friend, that she brings him, a living cheer--
When rosa, shows seback, of her ornaments of beauty,
He becomes a moody, and sings not ' I love you truly'
Restless Nightingale! is fond of warmer months,
As soon as rosa, shake's up her roots
He begins to refocus; on his decorum and--
His sight and sound; to entertain her; in the love's
O you, love! you too learn from her;
Alhough, you are very hard and;
And with your mental; I am too trodden.
The nightiingale's ballad, comes up throu, her pollen.
Ah, you are yet, quite newly; devote young
And thus, stay off; from any unfair rebellion.