So, tell me, Mr. Vagabond
About the children
Which of them were your favourites
And whom did you neglect?
I know there were so many
Some of them coming back to you
Again and again
Too hard to refuse
And didn't we agree in that
A few days before you could
Celebrate your sixties year
To play it platonic
Weren't that the rules
Too read, write, think and speak
Now and then
Like a three month itch
Finally you bought yourself a fairhaired girl
In the play offs, down south
Lying down for a while
In the arms of Eve
My heart is black
It is full of ink
Not like yours
Bright fluid maple red white flocks
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