Nature is a woman who makes lots of trouble,
always chasing after sparkle and bauble.
She led us into exile with her divine whim;
she shoved us out of the boat saying, “sink or swim”.
Her willfulness is nothing but delight and play;
she wants to see what we have to sputter or say.
She is always searching for a compliment,
or willing to let you flail in abandonment.
Hey, you had better start singing her a song,
or she won’t keep you around for very long.
I’m telling you, don’t just go stupid and gargle:
compose and distinguish yourself from the gaggle.
Darvish cries out, “his lover is the cutest thing ever!”
and that none floundering in her love is half so clever.
