Drifting Caterpillar - Mark Stoermer

Gargantuan frightened pairs

Of lily dandy lions

I’m on a tight rope wiring

My candy wise men

I lie between the fire-nets

And the loving jubilee

From the single boats with floating coats

Leaped all the vicar seas

There was fisticuffs

They were looking tough

It was getting rough

In the fields of St. Martin

When they had enough

Of their little scuff

Like a papal bluff

It was all forgotten

Maps are few, and what to do

Without my favorite pair of shoes

Just a drifting caterpillar

Why can’t I get my share of dues

Gory gory hallelujah

Singing up and down my spine

Did I miss the bliss whilst

Saturn took a bite from my eye