Honey, honey-chile
you are a beacon unto me
Like an open field of green
you can be lovely, yet sometimes mean

Lady, don’t make me cry
you are the apple of my eye
I look at you and want to fly
but I am that poor sailor with just one eye

Snookims, I am a toy
when you touch me you bring me joy
Please, don’t set me down
for it’s you I want to be around

Summer 1989