Dear Bird of Song,
Oh how I envy thee, as you demand song of the mate you seek.
How it must be a delight, that your match is the one who gets the notes exactly right!
To you he sings in code; the sweet nothings contained therein, only you two know.
You are oh so careful as about you pace; then you suddenly spring up in the beyond, forcing him to give chase.
What a whimsical aerial display; oh how clever of a girl you are, making him chase you that way!
Song is not enough for you, for he must be able to dance the cha-cha too!
I see you eyeing his every step as you bob your head right and then left. Yet he is careful not to fret, your heart indeed he aims to get.
What a wonderful way that must be to find a mate, a song and a dance to determine such a fate!
