Light as a feather,

Strong like an eagle,

But if given proper weather,

Then lethargic as a beagle

Always coy and never unspoken,

An eyesight to penetrate the heavens,

May one day form a bond unbroken,

And then on come the cruel Bevans

Try as they may and if they might,

In the end all shall be for naught,

As those apposed will fail said plight,

While love shall prove far from distraught

In a place easily unexpected,

And there fable of family will be,

Now a utopia disaffected,

For the entire universe to see.