"Small Things"
Sick-sweet
Sick-sweet
The see-saw sings
We in the sun
With caterpillars on our soles
(Souls soaked with sun
Seasoned with
Sick-sweet
Berries overripe)
With our sticky hands
Grasp at
Cream buns and lemondrinks
And tangerines (that smell the way
Sunshine should).
Sick-sweet
Sick-sweet
The see-saw sings
And moths like cold kisses
Whisper into our hearts
(Sick-sweet
Sick-sweet)
Too soon comes the end
Of the Holiday!








