Vanilla sky and hazelnuts
Tens and ones, an everlasting smile,
Cotton buds, woolen pad
All to make me glad

A river of thoughts,
An ocean of love,
No less than an earl
More precious than a pearl

The antsy babe,
Loyal and true
An unusual descent,
A distinct scent. . .

Honey and hazel,
With many others
The life and this memoir
I carry, to deathbed. . .