I’ve yearned to add to thee, oh poetry!
With words stronger than an infantry
To describe scenes more serene than the country
And thoughts nobler than a gentry
That I’ll add to thy exhaustless themes!
To fascinate the world’s creams
And maybe, to become one of the sweetest hymns!
To be sung among the world’s best teams
Behold the beautiful butters that fly!
How they fascinate the adoring eye
“Should I write about them?” said I
“or of the majestic heights that tower high?”
But I am threatened by my hourly wage
That dares to keep these talents in a cage
Yet my desire continually rage
To find utterance, on a page
