Of fairy tales and puppy dog tails,
all lined up in a row. No matter
where or when, you will surely go.
Around the trees, over the hills,
until they see another lost soul,
who may look like you and me.
You will find another one to chase,
us to the sea.
A sea of sparkling
glass, blue as blue can be.
Beware the Ide's of March, for then,
you may well be, involved in crazy,
things similar to the day you met
Stay you loose, my young friend,
because you may need to see, the land,
beyond the horizon, where all the love