One day while strolling to take the air,
Sir Adam spied a garden fair
Its keeper called
He was enthralled
With Eve at home atearing her hair.
He entered on her invitation
Flattered by her fine flirtation
And there he stayed
With the merry maid
His life now and ever a boon vacation.
But dragons keep from him a tree
Where golden fruit would often be
Athought of gifts
His sword he lifts
And gathers food, Lilith to see.
But Lilith the maid is not to be found,
Her garden is withered to the ground
The fruit of his shame
He brings the same
To Eve — who with Cain has moved to town.