ירקרקות האופר

I am like Poe the Bear,
that casts some looks about his den
but never at this thing itself,
In search of Jane;

since if you look at it directly
the thing itself will wane
as much she'll do, my fickle love,
Elusive Jane.

I need to look for her with cunning
I should be subtle, false and sane
but my need has grown too urgent
for a little Jane;

And Jane is pretty, jane is pale
Jane is from a fairy tale
Jane reminds me of sweet rains
and also, she has quite fair tail —

I've tried to scour sever'l Earthes
but I have scour'd in vain.
When shouting I'm invisible
to keen-eared Jane.

So I surpress the thing within me
that calls out for a bit of Jane
and I resign to look more slighly
Unless I look in vain.