Field bindweed, little white stars
Climbing up the curtain bars
Open and c’ose, open round
The Mouse can hear the sound!
 
Breathes a field bindweed flower
Clasps his nose and embowers,
He pulls out the flower with a pop
The petals dilate and flop.
 
- I have been old but all the same
I would like to play the game...
From now on, what one really needs
Is to have a wife and kids…