From the pages of a decent book
the author said to me
Your heart shan't be out in plain sight
so hide her in a tree.
Away from tempters guard her,
don't let her yet be known,
in the hands of careless passersby
she will not be your own.
This tree should be an acre tall,
a sturdy, hardy growth,
and if prince charming dare climb up
he'll have to make an oath
This author kept on summoning
to place my heart up high
assuredly, though, not alone,
her guard around will fly.
This Pelican of great esteem
will be her constant guard
to keep thieves, and wind, and fools at bay,
and her from growing hard.
Oh, Pelican pour out your blood
to save the weak and helpless
While guarding shunned and most despised,
betrayed by a cold kiss.
And yet you fly with constant care
she'll never be alone,
not in the tree or from the ground,
nor any chintzy home.
So I will wait, the prince will come
the highest branch he'll scale;
for as his guard, his guide, and friend
the Pelican as well.
