I have my nice little place.
Where my heart and I just go and race.
There are no rules during our little chase,
And neither of us will win.

I go there in spare time;
When I sit and write short little rhymes.
I may not even wait to count out my dimes,
But I shall never win.

I have my own little wish,
For my little place with the triangle dish;
'To live forever and never hitch',
But then again I shall never win.