| Behold the Boy |
| Behold the boy Of unfettered grace To gaze upon His rueful face Must pay you this penance To never embrace This sweet juvenescence About to unfold A most bittersweet paragon For I'm too old As soft a soul One could behold All spry and doleful As a summer's dawn Yet awkward and tender Like the newfledged fawn Said the gaffer To the dame, "Heavens my Lady! Have you no shame? Ah, the heavens And angels do tease So stout and eager And ready to please My tie-dyed love Denim beauty From this day on I'll consider it my duty To behold you at At distant range But to succumb To your charms I must refrain |