I think the time to tell her has now come

In fact it came and went some time ago

But when we don’t talk at all, how d’you drum

Up courage to say what we should both know

We’ve already said goodbye but with no

Words. They are the hardest because they fall

Like seeds on barren soil; they never flow

Except like dirty toilet water. Call

Her, tell her tonight, there’s no need to crawl

There’d be no room beneath her when her tum

Slides over undergrowth; sidewinder, show

True colours, twist and turn, I’ve seen it all

The forked poisonous tongue, rattle and hum

What’s left to argue about? Here I go…