And have her hair dyed green.
Gay priestess of a Dryad cult
With leaf-like locks she'll haunt the trees,
Securing this superb result
With Boffkin's verdigris.
And feathered songsters all secure,
The merle, the lark, shall come and sit
Amongst her emerald chevelure
And build their nests in it.
But when sweet Maytime draws to close