Somewhere a maiden sits by a stream
Wondering if the water's safe to drink
Maybe risking her perfect mahogany skin
By dipping a graceful digit into the flow

A gentle, kind, intelligent man
Fresh from a day of answering phones
Saving the rich from their Dell-dwelling dragons
Catches sight of the girl through ribbons of smog

What beauty he chokes to himself
Calculating whether he might approach
Knowing she'd most likely scream
A girl can't be too cautious these days

He doesn't move but furtively loiters
Pretending to wait for friends he won't have
Sneaking glances at the one he adores
Before heading home to the game