My darling loves to clutch my fine red hair
I did tell him Id dreamt myself a blonde
Our plan out bush to biff all worldly care
Our kisses private cordoned by a frond
Our hollow where unhappy cats abscond
The Urewera treetop tuis are heard
To lone trills past a sunrise chorus bond
The kakas cackle criticism concurred
The holy winds Tawhirimatea incites
A sickly soul revives on verge of death
The malady identified in breath
The crisp air he inhales off icy heights
The crazy diets Id do Id grow and shrink
The hair and nails Id shed a nod to skink
Chorus shrink dwindle wane
