Fleur De Lis
I adore thee Mother Mary
But would you change me back to a witch
And let me live in the arms of a sorry old elm
Give the gypsy moths a realm of their own
For a postman's fee would I work for Thee
A billion blue eggs of eternity
And in no time you'd have your own Sea
Don't just stare
I mean it, really
Hear my prayer
I give it freely
Are you there Fleur-de-Lis?
- Richard Shindell (On a Sea of Fleur-de-Lis)
