Take me down the river,
Follow through the creeks,
We could say we never,
Had a life so chic,
Dancing in a pavillion,
watching the stars glide,
We could say we never,
Had a life so chic.

Little women dancing,
Hand in hand and tules,
Laughing,gasping,yelling,
The steps of each mean groove,
We could say we never,
Had a life so chic,
Gliding with the waters,
The fountain of gay youth.

Fresh flowers blooming,
Into joyous spring,
We could say we never,
Had a life so chic,
Now the winter's coming,
To wipe the smirk off lips,
Full breasts in waiting,
For babes due for cradle.

Skirts,garters,stockings,
All strings of primal need,
We could say never,
Had a life so chic,
Walking down the mountains,
Chanting our pleas,
The heavens,would you open?
And send us down our meals.

The sceptre and the sarcophagus,
The statutes and the robes,
We could say we never,
Had a life so chic,
Faces definely sculptured,
Like gods lived amongst us,
All that is in memory,
Is joy from pain and grief.

With rainbows and butterflies,
The garden ever bright,
We could say we never,
Had a life so chic,
The viscount meekly seated,
Awaiting his new found price,
He loves challenge so wild,
It makes all flowers bloom.

© Nehita Williams