SIRIUS.


Mother's under the Apple Tree,
Under The Apple Tree,
                    Is Mother,

Saying  Farewell,
Saying  Adieu,
Kissing Her Memories,
                     Goodbye,                      
                     Goodbye,

Beneath such 
Stars as 
            Sirius,

Majoring more often than
Not,
In Her Life,

As a Shadow Casts,
So  The Dice has rolled,
In Favour,
Of 
               Sirius,
               Sirius,

"My Lovely,"