Dear Wendy is a loving lass, she keeps the grey at bay In conversation I'm an ass, She shapes her speech like clay Like clay upon a potters wheel, while I would fly away But Wendy keeps up her appeal, a stream of words at play Wending, winding, wandering wither where it may Wendy's whining, wondering whether I will stay. So stay I do and bid adieu To peace and books and cozy nooks While Wendy's on the prey.