Toe. Heel. 1, 2, 3.
Toe. Heel. 1, 2, 3.
I’ve got your eye.
Toe. Heel. 1, 2, 3.
You’re impressed.
Toe. Heel. 1, 2, 3.
You shuffle back and spin.
Toe. Heel. 1, 2, 3.
I’m down on one knee.
You sit on the other.
You kiss me on the cheek.
Your beads spill all over.
The Berry Picker
She was just there, gathering some berries.
With hair as golden as wheat,
Eyes as blue as the sky.
Bosom like the Carpathian.
I leaped forward and she turned to me.
Unimpressed by my appearance,
