Princely Troubadours

Would Be suitors, you sing to me having migrated to your breeding pond

All the night long you court me with your lively mating song

As I lie in my bed eavesdropping on you troubadours of princely green

I marvel and delight at the thought, that I may have been chosen your beloved Queen

I imagine you...watchful, eager with handsome green bodies adorned with bronze and brown

Banjos with loose strings strapped to your bodies tightly, as you hop around

Yellow throats bursting open with hopeful songs of praise

For all eligible green ladies with lovely long green legs

Long may you live and may your homes be filled with throngs

Of charming little boys like you, who fill our lives with song