As I practised my lute arpeggios
This breathless spring morn
Dressed in my finest otterskin
Breeches and sporting the order of
The Golden Antelope on my shako
Reclining on a silk baldacino
On the belvedere overlooking
The mist shrouded Teutoburger Wald
A fiery orange butterfly landed
On my marble chess board. D5.
So I said, Lycaena phlaeas, two
Can play at that game. Marienkafer
to E3. Checkmate.
The Small Copper flew off in the
Direction of Salzburg to seek a
More congenial opponent.