Laughter reaches new bounds When you ask/ax me " do I have pasketti on my face?" Like a wild aminal you crawl Over and smear that pasketti On my cheeks Like 60's rouge Never meant to leave the Avon catalog. cute comf-ta-ble sweaters Swath lithe body like soft down Byrds outside singing Dancing in green foil-age. Go join them, Eyes chatoyant and comely. With pasketti still on your face You chirp like them byrds, Such ebullience fits in with the robins.