O' my Fancy, come to my lap You pink an' stumbling one, filled with sweet sap. You tender guy, with gay, glittering eye Rosy cheeks, nose with pointed peak. Hey, my Venus what's in those closed fists..? Love and hope for friend and foe. Let me kiss those silky feet, wet with dews spread on sheet You perfect peerless jewel in my womb Come and face the Sphere Let's rejoice with heart, sound and clear.
