Have you time to come out to the feeld.

Little lamb, we'll live up in the hills.

Forgive me my innocent companion,

But i am bound to carry a contagion

Into the feeld

Open and concealed

For a quick feel.

Watch the grasses growing in the feeld

Sprouting out of terminal affection, and

Spreading out of the hole deep in our hearts.

Have you time to fall into a body

Condemned if revealed

For a quick feel.