... And I'd laugh to be seen riding shotgun to her driving
Ever I'd measure whose speed death wish surviving
All of the magpies we'd dealt decent cards to
Would all be off kilter if ever they ought to
All of the ladybugs roaming the garden
Finding their varied rosebuds and stars then
Their fractured aesthetics would lend a kind ear to
Their varied complaints ground in my varied gear tooth
Everywhere people express their opinions
On other's thoughts on themselves as their minions
Their partners their painters, their winners their lives
Their lust for opinion makes them corporate wives
One thousand ladybugs appear at the door
None of them perfect so they all ask for more
Of the thousand ideas allotted one life
Which even when given they put under the knife
Somewhere I read all the loops of disorder
To hold all the difference within her kimono
The talking, the laughter, the cries of emotion
Would all seem so home-hit in this sensitive ocean
One very fine butterfly in chrysalis form
Perjures the garden on behalf of the norm
Only one flies from the fish in the sea
To calculate efforts proving where they should be
I'll take a drive with you in my ear
We'll overtake science and wish it all clear
We'll navigate rivers of noise, taste and sight
Saving a portion to wave them goodnight
We'll live so consistently, like fire and weather
Where ten thousand ladybugs gather together
Forming a unit whose aims hit or miss
And we'll fly on through like the game that it is
All of the ladybugs here in my garden
Stepping so lightly, avoiding the glass shards
On which they would cut themselves up, so effacing
All of the spiders in this holy place
There's moly that grows here in my garden
(Begging the queen of the butterflies' pardon)
One million ladybugs all manner and bent
Search through the plants to find where the garden went