Haydays

Haydays (based on a poem by Lucebert)

With a bread-crust as adornment
The cheerful rambler roams the land
He waves at cows at grasses wide
At blooming corncobs at his side
While skylarks eat out of his hand

Beaming at night the lasses stand
At village pumps and send their love
And then they kiss his sweated cheeks
Oh, even aged virgins do
So they lay down and nestle up
Their warm hearts at his tired feet
Cos their old mothers say they should

Beaming at night the lasses stand
At village pumps and send their love
And then they kiss his sweated cheeks
Oh, even aged virgins do
So they lay down and nestle up
Their warm hearts at his tired feet
Cos their old mothers say they should

Late in the hay the rambler prays
And then he reads in the old book
While all the city's streets are crossed by whores and pimps
Their nasty rats run aimlessly at their wits' end
He stratches so satisfied his tawny limbs

With a bread-crust as adornment
The cheerful rambler roams the land
He waves at cows at grasses wide
At blooming corncobs at his side
While skylarks eat out of his hand

Late in the hay the rambler prays
And then he reads in the old book
While all the city's streets are crossed by whores and pimps
Their nasty rats run aimlessly at their wits' end
He stratches so satisfied his tawny limbs