Playing a lyre for this divine apple-tree, I am her SWEET MEY, and I've casted a love-spell... My apricot studs are uncannily SWELL! And she will soak in my vermilion sea, Loving ev'minute of my humanity, I defied my own doubts, I've defeated fear, Her perfume reins in my atmosphere, My peachy institution melds with her estuary, Our romance is an utterly marvelous boon, My lyre plays to her lips, she sings our song, I play with pride, and I do so all night long! VARA, my belovèd and righteous rune, Healing me with her delicious apple-pie: Inside me lives her throbbing GEAN-RED-EYE.