Six warriors, not five, nor three,
but two was on the deck you see
Perhaps its fate that brought us here today
Or maybe in store, what haven't we to say?

The sun was dimming, the birds were nesting
Over Shinjuku the dark was resting
The cellphones off, gripped in their hands
ignored, perhaps, from the bleating fans

Her toes were tilted
his head was bowed
perhaps there was love here, who could have found?

Her cheeks were flushed
his eyes were wide
Her lips were upon his just as she tried

Perhaps a linger more they might one say
there is something here, something always
And then from the side, a snapping sound
The pair whirled, and glanced around

A little form giggled and fled
over the wall, and up the hedge
too fast for anyone mortal to follow
Yayoi they said, but they did not wallow

For the first kiss they had was the greatest of all
Even with their meddling friends and all
And thus even though it was on the duck
quack they said, and kissed anon