Betty bouncer
Betty Bouncer Hip the top of hoof All that was heard was school No will of hope to laugh Call them that see and dwell Here is her old lady today So sleek and frenzy she gaze Of winter tone and grass No forty wrinkled her face She called me her nephew On that name of Birth from different sun Still shines on same soil I hid my name Far from the reach of lids Far from the blazing fire Far from man's knowledge She sought the pen of fame And call her sight to seek The stolen joy of name And formal stage alike Then my memory lost the sight Of Betty fist and all I gave the scroll away And met the Forte of life Frenzy was her gaze Docile and prudent that says Until the first eve I made that call And the old lady be no more.