There is wind in the treesIt ripples like a song and I ask you pleaseAre your lasers applied? Is your contribution generous enough to go inside? With good in everyoneFor this we have been strivingThis trip is a task to longI insist you do the drivingWill you go where you’re steered? Do you call your boyfriend little john? Do you call his father weird? Do you love him the most? Does he iron out the nasty creasesFrom your wrinkled ghost? Some guys have very sharp eyesAnd some are simply hidingAnd some might testifyTo the best of worlds collidingI’ll set sail todayWithout the gods to bless meYou’d like I should go awayBut I shall refuse endlessly