And that was the reason she didn’t give up
For he so long ago did
In the forest deep forest they found him
In the ferns where he’d fallen asleep
.
Who misled him into that forest
And what was it he went in to see?
He said ‘My love I am your river
But you, my love, you’re my sea’
.
She drove then up to that tavern
Where he often stopped for a drink
But the men said they had no idea
And themselves didn’t know what to think
.
Who convinced him to dare that forest
And rest amongst nettle and fern?
He said ‘Lads what I’m doing this evening
Shall not be of your concern’
.
She drove then up to that temple
Where each man’s a grain of sand
But the women said he never attended
And they also could not understand
.
Who demanded of him retributions
For what horrible family sin?
He said ‘Ladies believe it’s not question
Of morals but rather that of hygiene’
.
At last she drove up to that forest
Where they found him on that August morn
It was peaceful and poisonous silence
There was peace amongst nettle and fern
