Jester - Excuse me for acting out, spelling out.
(Chants)
I fell in love by luck as she walked past,
I stopped my stride and turned, got second look,
My eyes of own accord took hold, were cast
On her round arse, its compass, curve and nook,
She looked across her shoulder, still on strode,
My eyes to hers flicked, briefly heaven bode.
(Bows)
Which came first, chook or chicken?