Theirs was a delightful tale from Ovid.
The one where two disguised gods receive
Hospitality from a poor country couple.
As a reward, the rustic husband
And wife were granted one wish-
Not to outlive each other
And were turned into two trees,
Oak and linden, side by side, on a hill.
“Hush now dearest. Hush.” They whispered. “Sweet dreams.”
Before a surround of bark sealed their lips.

When radical Ralph met bookwormish June,
He fell in love, turned over a new leaf,
And as they read the classics together,
They welcomed in the gods who
Showered their poverty with riches
For they understood that a life
In which the gods of learning
Are not invited, isn’t worth living.
Ssh! Hear their breezy oak and linden song,
.“Hush now, dearest. Hush.” They whisper. “Sweet dreams.”