Adorn your braid with berry branch
That was dropped by a reckless tit.
The heads of dandelion and sage
Close in the rug under your feet.
Let their bloom infatuate
And tempt you by the honeydew.
Find out the dulcet summer fate,
Taste something bracing, fresh and new...
The shepherds are waist-deep in grass,
The sounds of their fifes
Are spread in morning windy charms,
They say that love and magic rise.