15 May 2012
In Farmer Robert's field You must not stray, Because its the realm Where his wife doth play.
A strange young woman, From another town. Reedy and graceful With hair soft as down.
She does not talk to townfolk, Or her husband at that, She prefers to be With the farmhouse cat.
The rabbits and lampreys, As if at her command, All gather around her To be at her hand,
The cows in the stall Stir not at her smile As she whispers to them, At peace all the while.
If you pluck her from them, If with them she can't stay, Like the rose plucked from bush She will whither away.
She's a strange little creature Farmer Robert's bride. A damage to the town, Both it's people and pride.
Farmer Robert's Bride • Opuss № I