Country Joe Mcdonald
Porpoise Mouth
The white ducks fly on past the sun,Their wings flash silver at the moon.While waters rush down the mountain tongueMy organs play a circus tune.I dance to the wonder of your feetAnd sing to the joy of your knees.The cold white dress on the mountain breastPaints the frozen trees.The maple plants patterns in the skyIts leaves to kiss the windWhile scores of glittering bugs and fliesDance polkas on her limbs.I whistle symphonies of your faceAnd laugh for your hair so fine.In startled greens of playground grassA child jumps rope to rhyme.Reeds and brass, the marching drumsMake a joyous soundTrees bend low with nuts and plumsThen fall to find the ground.I hunger for your porpoise mouthAnd stand erect for love.The sun burns up the winter skyAnd all the earth is love.
From Letras Mania