No parchment nor sweet onion,
shall dare their minds persuade,

When devils dance with candy sweet,
and move like seas in sway.

When careless minds find more to gather,
yet time finds them alone,

They loathe the inconveniences,
which nest likes host in home.

Fine the wind it blows in swift,
to switch the mind in stride,

open your eyes, the mirror waits
do welcome in your pride.