I, I am a brute

A drummer boy bobbing for fruit

If I took a distaste

At the tone of his voice

Or the fray on his face

No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no

I, I am shy

And I am gentle

I've fingered the leech of her

Lips as if they were petals

No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no

But above all

I am quick

I can decide whether a boy

Should be hung by the neck

Or held at the heel

In the time it takes

To mount my high horse

And so

Giddy up