i looked unto the sky;
not with the aid of a stetoscope;
looked with my naked eye;
and describe aloud what i hope;
just admiring nature;
before i saw this damsel;
ooh... she could be my future;
suddenly my brain rang bell;
behind a tower was a garden;
so i went to pick some daffodils;
somehow i felt gladened;
even though i had no bills;
i had gunshots from behind;
so i came running out;
my damsel must have gone to hide;
i thought; so i didn't doubt;
i waited for an hour;
didn't see anything like her;
so i learned on the tower;
thinking she knew i do like her;
i screamed loud and loud;
where is my precious damsel;
her basket of apple was still around;
but where she is i can't tell ...#