In that perfect Garden of,

The grapes and vines and pretty doves

I learned of how to rightly love

And yet I don't regret

I do regret my actions, though

Of taking what I should not know

But not the love I did bestow

Upon that perfect Garden

I let that skillfull serpent lie

I let him take me from the sky

And with but one unthinking sigh,

I took the fruit forbidden

And even with my knowledge, new

I brought to him my problems, too

And so we ate without a clue

That we were being watched