Fair maiden bathed in pale moonlight
Shadow dancing by a fire
Thy fairy spirits soaring proud and free.
Pure melodious delight,
precious beauty I admire,
a captivating midnight mystery.
Of scaly fin or feathered wing,
With a soulful hypnotic voice
a windfall of rare exotic treasure.
With mellow voice a siren sings,
as melancholy hearts rejoice,
wee sprites bedazzle us, with thy pleasure.
Brian Bressler � 2000