'36 Hudson in the garage All sorts of junk in the unattached spare room. Dishes in the kitchen sink New straw for the old broom. Friends who don't have a clue Well meaning teachers But down in your arms, in your arms I am a wild creature.
Floor two foot high with newspapers White carpet thick with cat hair Half eaten gallons of ice cream in the freezer Fresh fuel for the sodium flares I write down good reasons to freeze to death In my spiral-ring notebook But in the long tresses of your hair I am a babbling brook