He lives alone in perfect peace
The order of a scientific mind
She follows birds from tree to tree
Delighting in the wonders she will find
His elegance is schedules that are ruled by time
There is a club for every day and every thing
Her mind darts endlessly in search of perfect rhyme
And hums the melody she soon will sing
He likes a life without a reckless change
All of his world is labeled and well kept
She yearns to write and thinks the world's a stage
And often looks as if she has not slept.
Who knows what kindles romance-- desire
Just why a glimmery smile will catch the eye?
Who dares ignite the match to make a fire
Defying schedules and refuse to say goodby?