once again we sing this silly song of time
as if God’s clock rings wrong twice a year
but round ’twas when took aback last fall
against the strong headwind westward ho
we all fell for it but now (& leap to it too)
spring daff & doff ahead toward summer
& round we’ll be come fall harvest fat fed
oblong & elongated from all these pushes
& pulls springs & falls leapings & bounds
round & round we go egads & for all that
why not take some few years off & fall all
the way back to say 1964 & Beatlemania!
but no not a second time not one second
time around you’ve danced your chance.
The Coming of the Toads 