Behold the elderflower corcial in all her glory,
She’s enticing and captivating in a motionless mockery.
Her scent is a potion, don’t get the wrong notion,
Once you smell it you’ll always want to inhale it.
And like a magic wand, she’ll make you reach your hand,
But she’ll play hard to get ’cause she wants to make you upset.
And when you’ve given up then she’ll pour you in a vintage cup.