Oh my dainty sweet cutie

Clutch the sculls of my soul

Cross the seven seas galore

To the kernel of your genteel chi

Floats my wishful canoe to thee

Where the harvest blooms

In autumn, winter and spring

Does it remind of the ditty ring?

In marvel for thy soul

Into the incessant love galore.

Sail with the soul full of love

Where flies the eternal dove

In the cuddle of tender desire.

Let me willow your soul

To the ceaseless yonder galore

The veiled reverie bared afore.

Clutch the sculls of my soul

To the utopic marvel trance

Of mystic riveting bliss.