I fell in love with a girl
O and a gash
I'll bet she now has seven lousy children
(I've three myself, one being off the record.)
I wish she'd read my book & write to me
From O wherever ah how far she is
After all, I get letters from anybody
From hers, I'd tear to the 'phone
It's not now near at all the end of winter
I have to fly off East to sing a poem
Admirers, some, will surge up afterward
I'll keep an eye out for her
My tough Songs well in Tokyo & Paris
Fall under scrutiny. My publishers
Very friendly in New York & London
Forward me elephant cheques
Time magazine yesterday slavered Saul's a**
They pecked at mine last year. We're going strong!
Photographs all over!
She muttered something in my ear I've forgotten as we danced