The frolicking of breezy-boy goes dancing by the tulips
He whirls around a girl-go-by and smells of her real essence
He��s freshly from the fields o�� flora, dusted by their parlance
With his hands he spreads their seeds dispersed by clouds of silence
Her lively lips and flower hips stand pouting in the garden
She��s waiting for a shower spore to coat her with his honor
With arms stretched out and face aglow she welcomes her new
meaning
Now she��s done the giving to a life of her own weaning