Gypsy's Fire -

Bite of spring, little kiss of rain

Nature sings with her wild refrain

Heed the call of the old town crier

«I've just seen the first gypsy fire!»

'Round and 'round, higher and higher

Spirits bound by a wild desire

Let it raze the very town entire

All ablaze with a gypsy’s fire!

Sweating heat in the summer steam

Makes a body glisten and gleam

Sunburnt arms in the evening, warm and tight

Slip and slide on a gypsy night

Muscles stretch in the autumn breeze

Ripened vines help to tangle and tease

Harvest comes in the midst of flower and thorn

Bonfires burn 'til the night is worn

Winter snow cannot still the heat

That commands gypsy hearts to beat

Tumbling deep down beneath the furs can bring

Bright, budding gypsies in the spring!

'Round and 'round, Nature’s wheel will turn

In that pattern every heart can burn

Every season as the sun retires--

Watch you sharp for those gypsy fires