If it’s him in front of her
How can anything occur?
She cannot be so admired
As they dance amongst the fire
For if his eyes are always forward
Where is she? Coward!
Since she’s always got his back
Who’s preventing her heart attack?
But suppose if he’s in front of her
Saves her from a wild animal or trap
Then she’s not complaining
‘Bout her heart attack!
And so he’s in front of her again
Nevermind the meaning in Zen
For there’s a purpose behind every event
And how it unfolds – There she went!
In other words, don’t make a big deal
Out of every mixed emotion you feel
For she will have her turn
In this constant yearning burn
At whatever they wait for
In the line we all adore
Because the last will be first
As the first are last
But doggone it, our life’s a blast!
Once again, we throw our net to cast