Are you the tramp with the golden crown?
Drinking gillyflowers through grubby buttonholes
Or a purple dusted poet riding a trail of shooting stars?
Writing of sweet Persephone’s tears filling up Zeu’s little cup
The springtime blue knight bidding his Lady not forget him?
Whilst being swept away to his bier of waterlilys
Come now Johnny jump up and trade in your pretty pansies for pennys