Flirting with the Ladies.

Of course we men flirt with the ladies,

And why should we not try,

Does not the honey bee flirt with the flowers,

Does not the hummingbird flirt with the sky?

Mark the loquacious mopoke, with its subtle lover’s song,

And what of the curdling howl, of a dingo all night long?

And of the wide, vast, expanse of ocean,

With its currents, deep waters and lagoons,

Does it not reflect the sensuous glory,

Of a brilliance of shine from the moon?

So leave us please sing our love songs,

To our Helen or Kate or Kim Soon,

With all the passion and hunger,

Of a wild beast’s mating croon.

We are but singing as a loving swain,

Serenading to the women, mostly in vain,

Attracting attention in our exaggerating swoon,

Under a new and full, September Moon.

So of course, we will flirt with the ladies,

Indeed, damn us if we don’t always try,

Presenting them flowers, poems or high dinner,

Presenting them…with a flirtatious twinkle in our eye!