Marshy Moor has charmed the heart
of many naughty soul.
A woman's song hath lured them in
to wallow in the fold.
Wandering minds are easy prey
and oblivious to a scream.
Catty calls and lonely days
entices those who dream.
Fees are paid by either genre
the moor does not prefer.
Lassies known have lost their way,
to this I can concur.
Sally Smith, a lass so fair,
heard a pipers tune one night.
Sayings go, you pay the piper,
when the tune just isn't right.
Most are never what they seem,
you must remember this.
Pay no attention to a tease,
and a kiss isn't always bliss.
