The nook lay waiting around the bend,
Swelling with bob-white's melodies.
A little haven near the glen,
Of flowery branches, bushes, and trees.
A lad rushing off to play,
Discovered quick a castle mild.
And on my lonely walk that day,
My life was mirrored by the child.
Oh, there must be a haven for me!
An armor for the pending storm,
The all that hidden deviltry,
Won't keep me naked or forlorn.