Her Golden Fleece!

I love my daughter's golden fleece,
To me it's worth more than spun gold.
It covers a treasure beyond compare,
A treasure that's warm and not cold.

Inside this treasure house I find,
Riches that are worth more to me,
Its a wondrous pleasure that's Heaven sent,
Sweeter than any Honey tree!

Her golden fleece hides more riches,
Than any old King could ransom.
My daughter's Honey is purest delight,
And tastes better than wild sweet plums!

When I peel open her petals,
I look and find her flower there.
Waiting for my tongue's licking attention,
Right under her golden fleece hair!

That golden fleece of my daughter,
Conceals wonderful treasure there.
Its sweet perfection is a pure delight,
Hiding in her golden fleece hair!!