The dawn arises, silent shod.
We bow, then go our sep'rate ways.
Inspiring with her slightest nod,
The dawn arises, silent shod.
She works the sky; I work the sod,
Together till I end my days.
The dawn arises, silent shod.
We bow, then go our sep'rate ways.

Author's Note

And the triolet, even shorter and reusing so many lines, was pretty much designed for Big Mac.