A Chain for the Moon

There once was a boy
In a time gone by,
Who plucked the moon
From the cobalt sky.
On a silver chain
Did he hang it nigh,
And he sang for the girl
Who was passing by.

"Oh boy," said she.
"What a fool you are.
For my cheeks are of sunset,
My eyes wrought of star,
And my hair is as gold
As the brightest noon.
What makes you believe
I would want the moon?"

There once was a boy
On a mountain lone,
Who plucked a jewel
From the spiring stone.
On a golden ring
Did he place it nigh,
And he bowed to the girl
Who was passing by.

"Oh boy," said she.
"What a game you've played.
For my lips are like ruby,
My skin ivory-made,
And my hair is as black
As obsidian tooled.
What makes you believe
I would want a jewel?"

There once was a boy
Neath a shady tree,
Who plucked a flower
From the grassy sea.
In his humble hand
Did he hold it nigh,
And he smiled at the girl
Who was passing by.

"Oh boy," said she.
"Such a way to meet,
For my face is as plain
As the earth is sweet.
Still, if wish you, I'll sit
And we'll talk for a while.
I'll take not your flower,
But give me your smile."