Whilst she wisp past my nose, couldest she be friend or foe, little sprite though she be, I wouldest not make her utterly angry, for if her temper it should flare, my nose mightest no longer be there…

Whilst she wisp past my nose, couldest she be friend or foe, little sprite though she be, I wouldest not make her utterly angry, for if her temper it should flare, my nose mightest no longer be there, but should she feel like being utterly sweet, a wonderful friend she might bef