Ode To the Black Lady

I'll never fail thee to hail even when I ail with ginger ale I'll be hearty and gale even though I face a gale steady still will be my sail and surely, I'll be on the rail by your side to tell the tale of how I fught tooth and nail to get you this bale of finest Arabian veil to shield your skin from growing pale and for your eyes not to wail even if the sun may trail but if I must go, I'll mail and send you flowers by pail and a puffy puppy without a tail or a big barking male born and bred in Yale.