My Mademoiselles Villanelle

My lovely Mademoiselles Villanelle
for long I gazed on your pastoral form
I feel I have got to know you so well,

from following you into your secret dell
and watched you in your greeting of your dawn,
my lovely Mademoiselles Villanelle.

I thought you would draw me into some hell
for long I thought you were beyond the norm
but I feel I've got to know you so well,

though I remember fears I had to quell
and those times I spent merely as your pawn
my lovely mademoiselles Villanelle.

Perhaps I can make you chime like a bell
or resurrect you help you be reborn,
I feel I've got to know you far too well

and on second thoughts you're boring as hell
go back to pasture yeah, go grow more corn,
my dreary mademoiselles Villanelle
I feel I've got to know you far too well!