His heart played, whilst the sign of a beauty rayed

To the beat painted by the dining room chansons

Eyes closes, feet moving the glumly floor as they strayed

Nor was he worrying about the lousy ransom

Of his entourage, a tough penny drawn out of his pocket

Stumpy flew the sun, haute chanted the birds and dance, yet

He dance the glumly floor, and his be loving song

Unspeakable, the moments joy by unusual tongues

In his lieu, joyful old bird, they had tenderly whispered

To the softest beat, and clattered, of a hummer

-’tis a great day, thou shall pristine-

In thrived he grew, his mind no longer pined

For the returnee of a long loss precious dime

Fostered a thought and sandy fire in his mind

One toss, hit the poker flat, veiled him the luckiest alive

For such a memorable time, perkily dubbed his wife.

Yet he danced the glumly floor, adorned with lights and roses

Pasted in toward a tremendous loss journey whence sparkly bloom his hopes

Feet moving, raising the heavy aged mud wrapping his story sealed

Under which the candor of long sloughing happiness had to be sneezed

Outside, the snow dropped with much haste and yet bold

His eyes gleamed, his body moved, his fondness’s yet unsold

In lieu the white and striking snow, garnishing the milieu and trees

Dived himself into memories, unsealed the crochet, and set himself free

Under the bulky threes, the morning sky, and the daring flurry

Yet he danced, and danced as he never dance in years.