The Nightingale's Exquisite Beak

She is like a chirping
Nightingale in her nest
As she sings cleverly;

A charming song with a
Sound spirit at nighttime.

My fair aunt gave Isis
A doll that was café
With an exquisite beak.

I kept my attention
On her for a minute.

The young girl demanded
That we go to the park
We dallied like a flock.