The lovers down the lane did walk
A-gathering primroses,
And as they went, began to talk
Of taking off their clotheses.

They came unto a pleasant glade,
And love's arts did employ,
The right connection soon was made,
Producing cries of joy.

When suddenly from out the air,
Came voices rude and ribald:
"I've not seen one as big as that
Since Harry sold the piebald."

The couple rose in disarray,
No more did they rejoice,
And gazed about in great dismay:
From whence had sprung that voice?

They gazed to north, south, west and east,
And wonderingly they muttered,
Then upwards... Here they spied the beast,
Whose mouth those words had uttered.

The moral: if the sunlight shines,
suggesting rural firkin',
Be sure to check for power lines,
Where fellows may be workin'.

(Based on tale told me by one such aerial peeper.)

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