at last sweet and emboldened girl
high up the world ourselves we'll hurl
evening will become day and warm Paris enfold
magic ville every corner a hundred stories stony told
perhaps you will wander like a headstrong colt
off to see mysteries unumbered you may bolt
novel thoughts each of us will quick assail
yet my love with you is strong purple like kale
wrinkled it may be and by some deemed simple
even so my love for you tis akin to this leafy dimple
rich in vital nutrients to easy withstand the coolest night
every part can be eaten purple hued rigid all right
oh yes our love ain't no fancy duck done cordon bleu
fickle free tis sauced above and sweetly below
frickin 'ell girl we're off to Paris our seeds to sow