Roar away my feisty snorer

Whilst I leave to have a pee

What could frighten an adorer

Lover of all aspects, like me?

Not that noisy serenading

Nor the stirring in the trees

I would hate to hear them fading –

Nature, nasals, they all please

Branches weaving, waving, catch the

Morning sun but that good blaze

Can’t surpass or even match the

Love that lights you all my days