Thy lady so divine makes me feel as though I was a swine. Twirl me spin me I feel so topsy you turn me turvy. I am topsy turvy madam unfurl me only if you were with me. For I shall wish upon dish for me to be the sea and you the fish. Thy shall strike me dead across the head through all this dread if you were to have a tear shed. Teach me oh peachy how to love. Show the me a bounty of beautiful cheer and a smile here and there. For thee may not resist this. It shall be my regret if you were to protest. But I have tried my best.