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The Dedicated Dancing Bull and the
Water Maid
Hop hop, thump thump,
Oh I am holy, oh I am plump,
A young bull dancing on the baked grass glade,
And beside me dances the Water Maid.
She says I must dance with her,
Why should I? I loathe her,
She has such a stupid way of singing
It does not amount to anything,
But she thinks it does, oh yes
She does not suppose she is spurious.
I wish I could be rid of the Water Maid
Or hid from her. Does she think she can make me afraid?
Ho ho, thump thump,
Oh I am elegant, oh I am plump,
As I wave my head my feet go thud
On the baked grass. Oh I am good.
Now night comes and I go into the wood shades
And the moon comes up and lights them as the day fades.
Hop hop, faster faster,
Thump thump, but the Maid comes after,
She is teasing me by singing with a stupid sound
That does not go at all well with my bound,
Oh how I should like to tread her in the ground.
But I must think only about my feet
And remember to bring them down on the beat.
Hoo hoo, now I sing through my nose,
Hoo hoo, and off the Maid goes
A little way in an affected flutter
Pretending to be startled by the hoo of my deep mutter.
Hoo, then, hoo, with a hop and a jump
Who is this beautiful young animal who is so plump?
Why it is our famous dedicated dancing bull,
Did you notice how delicately he goes?
Was that a hoof somewhere in those silver toes?
With nonsense
The Water Maid makes off into the distance.
The night is mine now and I come to the forest pool
And drink and do not think I am a fool.
Stevie Smith