Maybe the dawn may someday cease to burn
maybe the moon might one day cease to glow
maybe my ulcer will someday cease to churn
Or bamboo might get too stunted to grow
maybe the stars may end up falling from space
maybe mountains will someday crumble and sink
maybe my footprints might fade and be hard to trace
maybe roses might someday lose their scent and rather stink
maybe donkeys and ***** might stop to bray
and chameleons surrender their camouflage
maybe the nuns and monks will cease to pray
maybe death may hesitate to collect my fuselage
But the love that boils in my heart will forever erupt
cause I'm quite certain even fate is too inspired to interrupt