who (in a how town (pretty)) lived
(while noone loved (and kissed) and gived)
their children (none) made haste & ran
to a truly e-e sort of land
('tis simple as simple is wont to be
but built like that intentionally)
to visit their uncle whose name is drown'd
('long with himself & the skunks he found)
he's buried beside a man whose sin
was to simply do the best he kin
(rain and hail and sun and snow)
stout as a bear ('til his time to go)

but hold up -- wait -- where are we now?
next to god
            i love
                   (and how)
this place by gosh by gee by gum

(though in another i'll lay mum
(in mud)
         while sister isabel
sews shirts
   & socks
   & all
   & well
   & lucy talks your ears off too

i miss you, you
                i truly do

          five
     past two
       of one is Tall
      but two
     'til four of
          two is small
   as are one
     'til one of
          three
      and four 'fore
          three of
          four, you see
          one past
          two
       of five and then
          two past
          one of
          six is when

i'll wait
          and wait
                   (and wait)
                              for you

and stay right here (this season through))