Midsummer night madness
See how we squirm
If only to confirm
That the philosophy is true
And what of you?
Where were you, with your golden brown locks
And your Dorothy Perkins’ socks
And your earrings, still ringing
In my ears. Too true, we are queer
All of us; love us or not.
We are out there to be got
By whatever is out there getting
Don't you go forgetting or
too soon you will be forgotten.
As last months' full moon.
As last months' full moon.
As last months' full moon.