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THE BEES & THE BIRDS
When you're old enough to know the bees and the birds,
you can spit on me for luck, go to prom, cut a rug.
Yes, life is such a dream, to remember every day
when we are eaten up by age, is a number like a name?
Like the moon is just the moon, shake a spear good as new.
Put your good looks on the spit, that's the bite of the bit.
That's the way it goes.
That's the way it goes and goes.
That's the way it goes.
That's the way it goes and goes.
How will I know if I'm old enough?
How will I know if I'm old enough?
How will I know if I'm old enough?
How will I know if I'm old?
The hope of all my world in the palm of her hand,
she says, let's make up a dance, make a wish, on the lash.
When you're old enough to know, the evidence will show
if being cool is being cold, why, that's as good as dead as gold.
With our rings around a rose like a pocket, I propose
these sixty bubbles I have blown, someday I may decode them.
When you're old enough.
When we are old enough to kiss, frenching our wrists,
or by learning on a mirror.
So dance our daughters by the moon, with the devil in the night,
their unkillable delight in the pink of an eye,
and then pretending they are trees, they will wave when they leave
for a trip around the Sun. Or two. Or three.
How will we know if they're old enough?
How will we know if they're old enough?
How will we know if they're old enough?
How will we know if we're old?
Do you believe in ghosts? In god? In love?
When you are old enough to know when you are old enough?
How will I know if I'm old enough?
How will I know if I'm old enough?
How will I know if I'm old?
DAS - Anacortes, Washington, USA
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