O cherub sweet,

Dewy eyes and dewy skin.

Holding on to your faith

When the clouds thunder and lightning speak.

O angel of innocence,

The devil lived as one of your kins.

With your prowess and your zeal

In the center it spins.

O Ariel, lovely and unbound

Dreamt to live

Beneath the blossoms on the bough.

Where are the cowslip’s bells?

The bees left the flowers for someone else to suck

And owls make an unpleasant sound.