/// She seems innocent, honest and sweet,
as she waits on that ornate stone seat.
With her hand to one ear,
she is straining to hear
the soft stealthy approach of men’s feet.
/// That lone Woman who sits in a Bower
has been Seated there one quarter hour.
She is here to sell six
smuggled (scarce) condor chicks,
hidden in that hat marked with a flower.
/// She seems innocent, honest and sweet,
as she waits on that ornate stone seat.
With her hand to one ear,
she is straining to hear
the soft stealthy approach of men’s feet.
/// That lone Woman who sits in a Bower
has been Seated there one quarter hour.
She is here to sell six
smuggled (scarce) condor chicks,
hidden in that hat marked with a flower.