I Walk Where the Rain Doesn’t Fall (from Canathus)


I walk where the rain doesn’t fall
I eat when the shadows are tall
I sleep in the hay
Make love when I may
And drink till I can’t think at all

I’ve worked out a regimen day
Practice makes perfect they say
I wrestle with fairies
And sing to the berries
Then Dance till I fall where I lay

I’ve acquired a craving for Cherries
A man can eat all that he carries
The red juice goes down
And tickles the crown
Of my King of Imaginaries

Though the soles of my feet have turned brown
And my dingier soul grows renowned
My nose became redder
My orange tastes better
Since I’ve ditched the responsible town

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