I saw the moon dance,
Or is it the moon walk, you call it?
I saw the ocean swim,
The rivers talk and the heavens cry,
I saw the lies told,
At summer’s christening,
I saw the pillage of the missionary’s
And I saw the moon kissing the sun
In a fiery and passionate sexcounter
I saw you, with all your difference
Unfeathered by my shrewdness.