Hey diddle diddle
Have you heard about the fiddle
Who dared to dream of a spoon
Who wouldn’t think to laugh
At his dreams of flying
Over a bright and shining full moon

He thought he could seduce
Though he was too obtuse
To romance past a wine and dine
He thought a rose or two
Was surely enough of a prize
To win an object with a bendable spine

But his “heartfelt” declarations
Of love were mere decorations
On a cake of contempt topped with scorn
And so he was spurned
And his bow bowed beneath
His pride’s weight after it was beaten and torn