My lover is a dancing bear
Who begs upon his chain.
My husband is a china bull,
All fists and horns, but tame.
My lover plays on zither-strings,
My husband tends the sheep,
And I will lie with each one while
The other is asleep.
My lover is a unicorn
Who leaves me with a baby
My husband thinks is his, and so,
And so it is, well, maybe.
The child has one clean blue eye
Bright as a willow plate.
The other eye is brown as earth
Beneath my swinging gate.
And when my bishop asks the truth
(My innocence cold dead),
I'll tell him naught but this, "Insooth,
I'd rather lie, in bed.
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