Without design and fraud it must have been
a woman there, no signs of stately lace;
within here moves and pulse and instant scene
a stage was set for such a precious grace.

Just gently passing through that crowded hall
with low and silent looks we all gave way,
like leaves and branches in the frozen fall
all bend and bow to praise the concept May.

Although it seemed a heavy plough
to push and roll yes steer a chair on wheels
all through her rich and fruitful human flow
our souls might be as free and daring seals.

I hope she always stage her gracious calls
along her way through these gigantic Malls.