[Soaring Feather]

I see her there the little muse
hitchin' a ride without a clue
which bend in the road she will pursue
Fiona's a flirt to be sure
she'll tickle your ear without a word
and whisper things you'll swear you've heard
Ah, an impish rascal she, and thank goodness
she is good company
for down by the glen where the ghosts do haunt
fear is never a thing of her wont

[NicknamedBob]

Very nice!