• Oh but it's so sweet, it's sweet-times-two
    to hear you talking like big girl;
    but come the sun to night undo,
    this confabulation will unfurl.

    And this to the day will in no way ensue;
    fact that every sprout of peace will you hurl
    into a land where the truth is none but untrue
    and by canon the tongue is as sharp as a pearl

    But where once there was patience,
    there is only contempt,
    and all trace of care has gone.

    Where once there was love so intense,
    is a dream left exempt,
    where I’m halfway to London by dawn.