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. |