Shall I compare thee to a siren?

Thou art more seductive and charming.

With a song that is a melodic sin,

And beauty seen best in spring.

Sometimes a man strides through,

And often unaware of what lies ahead;

And still follows thy harmonious coo

'Tis too late and the man is left for dead.

But thy shall be left alone

With instinct to guide your thought;

Man will moan,

And try will they to be sure thou art caught.

So long as a man can hear thy song,

To be among them would be wrong.