When all you can is a little big of yourself
I need a quite listener
So in time of my soul’s demise
I’ll be free of all my adventures
Passed on to a knitting old lady
Or perhaps a young lad eating bread on a cold morning
I need a quite lover
The noisy one I have gives my ear problems
Always whispering the name of another man
when I draw her near
I need a quite friend
Who knows I don’t talk either
I need a quite mate
For my mind moves in swift motion
I want my hands too, working on his dreams like it’s mine alone
And I need a happy dog
To stain my carpets with pee
And race around chasing chickens
Pooping behind the Cook’s corner
Up to mischiefs my young self did.
I need a happy dog, to lick on smile on my face.