Leaping, dancing, joyful muse
I know the story’s end
What to be of destiny?
You believe and I’ll pretend.
Does the blue-tailed lizard, even the red-tinged ant
Know the life before them?
Is their time well spent?
Following paths of sacred feet
Come before this young-old bride
Searching the ground for fooler’s gold
A test set forth by Pride
Gypsy ways whisper their worth
Young girls cry lovelorn tears
What could either know of truth?
Drink and drink and drink your beers
Tick-tock, tick-tock go the years…