Svante No. 8 song

SVANTE’S SPRING SONG

My hair’s falling out

my knee-cap’s all loose

my kidney stones rattle refrains.

My heart is askew

my gut’s in a noose

my leg has these strange shooting pains –

       for each step I take there’s this sting...

                        and yet it is spring.

My gait’s like a bear’s

my youth dead and gone

my mind set has turned black as tar.

My love has moved in

with him she’s keen on

I see her now most from afar –

       I also lost out on the swing...

                        and yet it is spring.

Our future will choke

in sulphur and smoke

we’ll leave what we took or we gave.

My shovel and spade

I’ll one day invoke

and hurry off down in my grave –

       this year could see my final fling...

                        and yet it is spring!