Oh! Dear Super!
Would that I could live my life entire,
Pillow'd upon they sweet ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear your tender-taken breath,
And so live ever or else swoon to death.
Let me worship thee,
Your chair shall be a temple,
Your body the focus of my unending adulation
Sweet Super, take my paw, won't you?