It’s only natural

Climbing up a willow tree

The girl, she slipped and skinned her knee

And smiling at the errant scrape

She swung her down and through path traipsed

Caught shining through the autumn sun

Her heart has flashed to what you’ve won

With smiling at-so tenderly

Her skirted form up in the tree

With not a judging face to show

Fostering affection grown

Another day, on picnic dine

Watching infant spiders fly

Laughing at their silken course

Her swelling heart drove in full force

And later on, she showed you how

To dance upon the swaying bough

And happy you should follow there

She-tucking flowers in your hair

Hid her heart among the curls

And that is how you wooed this girl


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