A Charming Back And Forth Between The Dangerous And The Wise

by Duncan Jones

Called the dangerous, golden crown

While looking down on all around

“It’s a shame, such a shame

Today? One’s last to play the game

Sorry, someone’s time is done here

Fare thee well, it's time to run dear!”

And the dangerous then moved slowly in the grass

Light and silent watched the wise

”No, I will not become a prize

Stay so still, oh so still

I must have the stronger will

Where am I? They’ll have to wonder

Leave unsatisfied, no plunder!”

Whispered lightly in the long grass the wise

“Move a muscle, twitch, or rustle

And we’ll see how you can hustle

Look this way, stray, or sway

Make your play my sweet entrée

Better chance with me behind you

Than to wait until I find you!”

Called the dangerous once more, once more

“Da! Sí! Oui! Merci beaucoup!

But it’s ‘nein’ I say to you

Pay attention, close attention

For there’s more than what they mention

Oh I know that they say one thing

But what else? Yes there is something!”

And the wise stayed unmoving in the grass

“Come, come, please don’t be shy now

Go ahead, go on and try now

Best of luck, you’ll need luck

Here I come my sitting duck

Ready, set, yes I have spied you

Told you, warned you, yes I tried to!”

Called the dangerous, called the dangerous once more

“Well your sweet enticing tune says

We’ll be meeting, fighting soon yes

But your words, silly words

No more threat than are the birds

And though they all admire

Call you sire, you’re a liar!

You don’t see me!” And the wise stayed still

Then came an end to lovely speak

And it was time for hide and seek

Then go fast! Don’t be last!

And the grass was flying past

And when over was their song, the thrill

It wasn’t very long until

The dangerous called again to the wise