Was he annoyed and vexed?
There was no provocation from us.
Opened out his wondrous fan and hexed
and feathered eyes were looking at us.

The king of the park and so slow in motion
his head with pride bearing a royal crown
figure in shimmering blue commotion
haughtiness, looking down at us, down.

Did He who made the lamb make thee
shaped your devilish luring ‚be-you-tea‘ (= beauty)
He who creatively made both of you
did He make the ticks sucking blood from you?