I heard a mocking jay tweeting your name
A melody of love and hope and lust
Its torturous melody reached its aim
And turned all my bitter hatred to dust
I followed the bird deep into the woods
It left behind a trail of gems and gold
My soul lightened as I picked up the goods
That were too precious to be bought or sold
The timber ceased and followed luscious greens
And there you were standing and dressed in white
You claimed my heart and did so by all means
I never thought I'd one day find my knight
And forever was filled with gold and gems
From these precious memories our love stems
