I am the first to notice
birds on the tops of trees,
cranes in the water,
waves that create beautifully transparent seas,
and sailors, sailors.
When sailors sail away from here
forever, I might possibly shed a tear.
And when the war loot comes home—
the world is large and war
needs a long way to roam—
I will keep it safe and see
the suburbs are enriched around D.C.
The mansion I fashion for my bride
will have a long lawn and high fences
where she can fantastically hide.
Her illustrious beauty none will see.
Everything worthwhile is hidden away
like the golden sun at night
after a raucous day.