Ms. Boa

Miss Boa,
Oh eyes so bright
They cut through the sky
How beautiful your tongue
How graceful your slither in the night
Those who give you love
Are lucky to stay alive

Oh, Miss Boa,
Your forked red arrow pierces my warmth
How beauteous your eyes
so bright
And your embrace
so tight
Oh Boa...
No, Boa, not so hard, not so tight!
I must finish this ballade before the waning night!

But it is right that you are strong, with frightening senses and a devilish tongue
And a song of hissing spitting woe
When your mother was killed long ago
A poacher with a bow...

Oh, Missssss Boa,
Your majestic air has no compare
If only I could have the pleasure to hold your face--
May I enter into your Lair?

Oh fair and cruel and righteous beast,
Let me dine your hall, let me share in your feast!
And let me there, heart full, proclaim my love
For the very snake that killed the dove!