May I beseech thee, to sing fair a song
Under the berch tree, just there, yes, anon
Simple and simplistic, an apropos, little piece
Endearingly, I await your desire, dear oh, my niece
Magnificent! and so, a madrigal ye shall have
U-lay-ee-o, u-lay-ee-o, kings troops hunt for the knave
Sum-tiddly-ee, sum-tiddlyee, oh, sable wit!
Enter-o, friendly nemesis, and please, bring the whip
Manly enough? or shall we pray, 'praps, for more hair on the chest?
Ugh, come come little one, was that not the best?
Searingly unfair, thine words scald, so true
Embarrassed, I am, but shall return hence, adieu!
