Turn The Tide Poem by Pierre Rausch

On a price for some meadow work
This serious work she was saying
She twists, she cries, she is hot
The flour is no fault of ours
We would be pleased to turn the tide
We would be pleased to turn the tide
Who was seated at table
It does no harm to have
Dew is a good thing. Cut is better
She has more the air of a bat than of a lark
We would be pleased to turn the tide
We would be pleased to turn the tide
They had thrown their doll on the ground
Like the splendor of the butterfly's wing
Vanishes when one essays to fix it fast
We would be pleased to turn the tide
With that touching childhood
We would be pleased to turn the tide
Appeared to be preoccupied. He replied
We would be pleased to turn the tide
An accent in beetween
Who has never known anything
We would be embarrassed to turn the tide