[Askoga]: 89.Poetry.Little Crane

Little crane so small and light,
Fly away from me tonight;
Until your little eye does find
A man whose heart is warm and kind.
The one for whom my heart so longs;
The man to whom my love belongs.

And when he's found, return to me
With him in tow, and I will see
If he is just, and sweet, and strong,
And if to me he can belong—
The one for whom my heart so longs;
The man to whom my love belongs.

And when he's found, my little crane,
Ne'er shall you fly out again.
For then I know I'll not want more—
With him, the man I so adore,
The one for whom my heart so longs;
The man to whom my heart belongs.