A song on some days is easy
A melody springs to the mind
On other days, it is elusive
It runs and is galling to find
Like pulling an eel from a hole
Like a pig who does not want to move
Like a burro who won't move one more hoof
Like a short man with something to prove
Dangerous, ever, is the song
Which comes ere 'tis ready to bloom
And dangerous, ever, is a rhyme
If prematurely cut from the womb
