if you were never you, but if you were one of lakes i would be born right here, smallest of animals i would be loving dawns, run behind fir-wood at night i'd foul the trails til gone, since at night means taking flight i'd be singing at moon all year, i would take even upper 'la' i would be breathing grass, i would play with my tail wild and to all strange, i would not sing 'Hell's Bells' not rushing to get home, when grass is bed and mound's table in spring i'd shed so bad, i'd go A.W.O.L. i would sing at the moon all year, i would even do lower 'RE" i would come to that lake--thank G-d for sense of smell why--i ask you to not ask; i just know this place so well and i would enter that lake, as i would enter you-- i was not myself, and if you were never you..
