For a Deer Friend
Alas my friend, what do I see,
When thou, beheaded, are brought to me?
I see there is but not a chance
For you and me to have a dance
And let ourselves be merry and gay
I guess we’ll meet another day.
If only thou had chanced to see
Your body should have been with me
Not in the fields with hopes to prance
Amongst young men who cannot dance.
And so my sweet let’s not delay
I must move on to other prey.
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