I used to like to stand on stumps
Pretending all around the muck and mire
Of Earth lay a thousand feet below me and
Had left me standing all alone upon a spire.
It made me dizzy.
I used to like to sit up in a tree
And watch the pretty girls go swinging by.
Like birds aware of watchers in the foliage,
A flip of hair, a glance up and on they fly.
They made me dizzy.
I touched her hand – a brief electric moment
During which, God smacked me hard upside my head.
"This is the one who’ll wrap your heart up and take it home.
Take care of her, she’s mine,” was what He said.
She still makes me dizzy.