Life of a Wastrel

I'm half an elf, so trees I cherish,
But different trees bear different fruit.
I choose not one and scorn the others,
I'm fond of each, branch, leaf and root.

My other half is fully human,
And lasses thrill me with their charms.
I choose not one and scorn the others,
I love them each when in my arms.

In time I'll sing a thousand verses,
Each about a different thing.
My lips will taste a thousand ales,
Each I'll savor, to each I'll sing.

Life's too short to tarry long,
Where one has tread a thousand times.
I'll take the new path in the forest,
And there I'll sing a thousand rhymes.

My cup will hold a thousand liquors,
And each must have its own delight.
I'll taste the lips of a thousand lasses,
Ere I go gently into that night.

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Last modified 19 December 1995.