Once upon a ginger lock, I made a little wish
That every bird in yonder flock and every silvery fish
In yonder stream should stop to see how lovely and, alas,
And many were the lads who looked on her, as I did then,
With wishful hearts and hopeful souls, yet Queen of bees was she,
To sting our hopes, who wished and dreamt and loved her gingerly.
For my good friend Jim and his merry band at gingerfightback.