“Kissing is out of fashion When the gorse blooms”
In spring the sap will rise
Men gaze with lustful eyes
At girls with thoughts filled
By dreams instinct instilled
The voice of the turtle heard
When Bulls run with the herd
Love is neither rhyme nor reason
Cupid’s arrow never out of season
Saying “Kissing is out of fashion”
Except there’s no hold on passion
Country folk are wise of course
Mid-Winter blooming the Gorse
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