Little lilies on a lake, Look on my sight, Loot not my iris took, By way supreme, Your art esteem, Breathe your petals here, Endow my reflection near, Nor kiss my anger sunk, Till roses lone be envy. Ah, these lilies swim away. Swim, swim away! I'll have your tea at morn, Your nectar licked by noon, But by eve, I'll wear petals fine; No drag race will beget me, No fab face will bestill ye! Hence, mine hour is sparse, The night invites your scent.