Pardon Me, Sir
Your affectionate squeeze
Falls off my goggles
And buckles my knees
I'm simply drowned
In the sight
And the sound
And the scent
And the feel
Of real life, boy
I've seen photographs
And facsimiles
That have set my heart off
In a world
Of
Nothing can beat
Getting swept off your feet
By a real life, boy
Dreams in your bunk
They don't compare
With a heart
Of a real life, boy
Well, speaking of miracles
This must be it
For just when I doubted
To learn how to knit
I'm all in stitches
For a real life, boy
From finding what riches
A world
Can reveal
With a real life, boy