Put me in your dry dreams or put me in your wet If you haven't yet.

Cook me in your breakfast, and put me on your plate, 'cause you know i taste great.

I heard somebody say that the war ended today, but everybody knows it's going still.

And hey there little sexy pig, you made it with a man And now you've got a little kid with hooves instead of hands.

'One white rose . . . or is it pink, to-day?' They pause and smile, not caring what they say, If only they may talk. The crowd flows past them like dividing wa…

There's a dream where the contents are visible Where the poetic champions compose Will you breathe not a word of this secrecy, and Will you still be my special…

And now good morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love, all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room, an ev…