Fate eventually discloses

And my friends agree:

Women with pinched and waspish noses

Aren’t my cup of tea.

I loved you in the summer time

I loved you in the autumn,

I loved you when the years declined

To amplify your bottom.

I loved you when the winter sun

Set early its orison.

And so did seven other men

You’d only just set eyes on.

We live in reckless times my heart.

The moral, then, of course is,

Never finish what you start

And never scare the horses.