The Ballad of Narcissus

Reflection in the river calm
Contains but sky and tree
Until I stoop, and look within,
And meet the stunning me!

My eyes are hazel crystal balls
My lips are pouty red
And oh, what spun silk auburn shine
Sits thick upon my head!

I’m beautiful; I’m wonderful;
I can’t believe my grace!
So smiling, I decide to kiss
My lovely god-like face.

When whoops! I trip, and realize
It’s water smooching me!
My mother always said I was
My own worst enemy.