I like to dance while the dogs are falling
And a cliché of cats turn eight

To step in every puddle made
By the ever tired street

I like to think in hue's, of white and blue
Holding a paint brush or a pen

To say the loudest silence heard
By way of playing with pretend

I like to eat, when talk is cheap
And a "plate-itude" gets a laugh

To tip monsieur, with heavy hand
Buy the image consumers made

I like to love while I have the breath
And a-head, promises set in stone

To jump the forever with faith
By the greenest grass we lay