How now brakes the way
When bluebirds beg to dance.
Loathing, hatred back down
Each stand not a chance.
After preening, preparing,
He will woo and prance,
Believing himself in control,
Praying she will take a glance.
Miss in turn does bat and blush,
Thinking only he in trance.
Ha but reality knows truth!
Each heart on the others lance.
When bluebirds beg to dance.
Loathing, hatred back down
Each stand not a chance.
After preening, preparing,
He will woo and prance,
Believing himself in control,
Praying she will take a glance.
Miss in turn does bat and blush,
Thinking only he in trance.
Ha but reality knows truth!
Each heart on the others lance.
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