Mallasis and honey swell
like a curve of a bell,
over my crust of bread,
and i worry not of heaven
nor do i of hell
for loves got my sweet little head.
The morning rises with a warning
and all begin to scatter
it always good to question the matter
and see what you have to see
but i am not worried or frowning
for loves got my sweet little head
i'll just sit here awhile and practice to be
or maybe i'll just go back to bed.