• What is love?
    Asked the Gaian Dove.

    Why it's right there,
    Said the Gaian Crow.

    Don't you mean right here?

    No,
    I pointed at the man with the present and bow.

    See:
    "As they saw a man with a present,
    and obviuosly,
    He was as beautiful as a moon with a crescent,
    He gave a woman the gift,
    As he did shift,
    As she smiled,
    With a wild,
    Expression on her face,
    As she saw the mace,
    Inside the present box,
    As if it was a stow made of fox!
    And he gave her a kiss,
    And then she gave out a hiss."

    Now that was love,
    The Crow said to the Dove.

    What the heck,
    That was only a peck!
    And she gave out a hiss,
    when he gave her a kiss!

    But she was only upset,
    Because she meant,
    To give him a kiss first!

    But she looks like she made him cursed,

    So it may be,
    The Crow did ponder,
    As the two did so wander,
    Away that is,
    While the girl was beautiful as usual,
    With her knit clothes,
    But the man was full of woes,
    And did he miss,
    His beautiful appearance,
    But now he was cursed,
    To be a horned creature and sad as unusual.

    Now let me redirect you,
    The Dove did say,

    Well, you may,
    The Crow did rue.

    Now let's look there,

    Let's look where?

    There, down by the pond.

    See:
    "There was a girl with a wand,
    Right behind her back,
    Held in her hands,
    Oh so tightly,
    Till there was a whack!
    From her lover,
    Which blew her cover,
    And she dropped her bands,
    And did so fall the wand with them.
    Oh how they fell oh so lightly,
    And then one of her hems tore,
    'Oh what a bore!'
    He said to her?
    'Did you get that from one of your friends,
    You little whore?
    I got you fur!'
    He did scream and yell,
    As he grabbed her and pinned to a tree,
    And then she squirmed and tried to get herself free,
    While he tried to kiss her then,
    And then she felt like a captured hen,
    By a slaughterer."

    Now that is love,
    The Dove did say,

    And the Crow feel,
    That he had been slain.
    And he felt so much pain.

    Whats wrong with your judgement?
    Asked the Crow.

    Whats wrong with your judgement?
    Asked the Dove.

    Nothing,
    They both said at once.
    Then there was silence,
    With one big unknown hunch.