Your tongue o lass; full of lies
The sky toni't with many eyes
That which squint, an eye of mine
A tale to tell and draw a line
In jaunt fairy and jaunty we will
Cozy the night, mild yet still
Your soul though idle
Your androgynous still fiddle
The sun, the moon, radiant the stars,
Tonight shall slumber on all that glitter
Your bed a vine a glossary of roses
Hightail your folk till the coming of Moses
You I know a fiend of fun
Your tongue shall brid'l as if to scorn.
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