• I now tell you...

    Let the air breeze right across--
    Let the stones dance an Irish jig,
    Let the sky turn green and the grass, blue
    And let them finally fly: the Pig

    Let it snow in the summer, for I lost all cares
    Let it rain cats and dogs too
    The deaf man sings the blind man sees
    when comparing the world to you

    Wonderful weather it is, the stormy sky
    Beautiful views: the sew(er)
    Breathtaking originality, a circle
    when the world is one with you

    Joy is my new name
    understanding, the new virtue
    add sugar and spice and something nice
    is the soul - I wish for you.