The silver scissors cut her hair so she could fly away.
The owl had found his own true love.
He said good bye to the pussy-cat
And gave her a ten pound note.
Invest it wisely, but not in bonds.
She left the pea-green boat in tears.
The Golden Maiden and the Two-Timing owl
Sailed away for year and a day.
The romance couldn’t last.
He never cut his nails.
(Greeting card on card-stock with images gleaned from old masters and other secret sources.)