Potato salad, green grass
potato salad, green grass
No asparagus, only pine
Little horses' feet gone to seed everywhere, when will they ever learn?
Mustard glowing and electric dandelions shrieking
fresh young sweet sap green little leaves
flittering in warm breathes breathe breathe breath-taker,
bending willowy, smiting sweetly.
Will Illinois never end?
Blowing your heart into a million dogwood petals, my love lies dying at your feet.
Here a gamma-second, there a gamma-second...slippery pennsylvania butler rocks making his pockets sag.