My time has come to foot the bill
Everybody is lying ill
But I insist on standing still
I am waiting for red sap to spill
And all I have is time to kill
I never mastered the smiling skill
And so I try and train and drill
The way happy people instill
Into their lives the way of thrill
But there is no one and nil
Who can read the lines of this vaudeville
And teach me to climb up Heathcliff’s hill
With the song of winds in my nostril
And there is no Jack and Jill
Who ever matched in carnivals of old Brazil
Whose Amazons with just one drop can fill
The seas where Don Quixote taught Melville
To let the ghost of Moby Dick stuff up its gill
With all the weight of just one krill
So I swallow my dreaming pill
And lay down my will
Tranquil
Chill