Madam rider, do pray tell,
do you see me here as well
when racing on your noble steed?
Your movements please me well, indeed!
Madam rider, please confess,
why wear pants, instead of dress,
and look the better as you flow
with tufts of trim and satin glow.
Beauteous rider, tell me true,
what is my aching heart to do?
I dream of riding side-by-side…
A white-clad damsel as my bride.