Trying to remember what I ate,
and looking at my lovely feet.
Waiting for what I’m waiting for.
and looking at my lovely feet.
Waiting for what I’m waiting for.
But why do I have to obfuscate
when the rhyme is crystal clear?
Trying to remember what I ate,
when the rhyme is crystal clear?
Trying to remember what I ate,
I recall pork and peas on my
plate,
and I ate oatmeal twice, now I think
of it, as I’m waiting for what I’m waiting for—
and I ate oatmeal twice, now I think
of it, as I’m waiting for what I’m waiting for—
“my date
“with death, those
“seeds I ate,”
“with death, those
“seeds I ate,”
Euridice herself sings to my
lute.
I make sure she takes the lead.
So what am I waiting for,
with the thrush sending its sweetI make sure she takes the lead.
So what am I waiting for,
warbling around me in my catbird seat—
trying to remember what I ate.
The dear knows what I’m waiting for.
