Shum sha sum sha
Shum shap shabby shab
Shabby shabby shabby
Shum sha sum sha
Shum shap shabby shab
Shabby shabby shabby
Shum sha sum sha
Shum shap shabby shab
Shabby shabby shabby
Shum sha sum sha
Shum shap shabby shab
Shabby shabby shabby
A woman
In the very far corner of the library
Looking at me, under her eyebrows
Her computer shining directly in my direction
Breathless with excitement
I skipped my way over to the library door
Down the fitted carpet stairway
And out onto the village green
The dew droplets
At their morning communion
Gathered under my feet, restlessly
Moistened by my exterior emotions
Each librarian at the window
Froze over their spectacles
With their hot breath
A small bird
Hopped about in the distance
And looked at me with wisdom
A curly wurly wrapper in his mouth
Inscribing in a medieval font
Greensleeves by Henry the Eighth
A song I had written way back when
But had been executed for
By my over-appreciation of billowing sleeves
The dew drops of the lawn
Cascaded under me and started
To lift me up through the
Low-lying leaves and up through the clouds
The strata clouds that had been
Overcasting my life for years and years
And years and years and days
And years and days and years
And uhh
Up to the sky I flew
Loop-de-loop I loop-de-loop
Rolly polly over rolly polly
Star jump after star jump
I couldn't stop
My true calling had come to haunt me
Gymnastics
A gymnastic gymnast I'd become
And a strange tune came into my head
And it went a little bit like this
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