I wish to be a cod fish
swimming in the sea
cold and dark with hammerhead sharks-
now that's the life for me.
Or perhaps to be a boat
a-floating on the wake
Unaware of mark to make or take
and wine-filled draughts to drake.
The life for me must be
to be an apple tree
Unseeing f qualm or quake or mal
now that's the life for me.
Pero muertes yo se
me encanta your way
of drinking boxed Chardonnay.
...........................................
never a drop, never a drop
I'd drink before I'd die
Never a drop, never a drop
I've spilled, upon me lie!
Never a drop, never a drop
I try to tell you true
Never a drop, never a drop,
I'd ever drink to you!
oh, ay!




the latter poem was actually made up one night at a liquor store, in an effort to charm the proprieter into letting me buy. needless to say, it didn't work, but i still came out with an interesting song for the record.