I Remember
Ah! I remember!
I remember a river
Tossing here, curling there
Twisting like walrus' whiskers
Ah! I remember!
I remember a shiver;
The shiver that ran up my spine
The shiver of seeing the wonder
Instead of only the pictures
Ah! I remember!
I remember a place
The place I met the wallaby
Singing like a wind through the vines
His name was Rutherford Kingsley
And his hair was matted and frayed
And, oh, how dismayed and wide-eyed
Was he, when had he drunk of my wines
Ah! I remember!
I remember a face
The face of Mme C.
The beaver
Sweet face
She spoke like a squirel
In a chittering whirl
Like hummingbirds fast in a race
Ah! I do so remember in fondness
My time spend on that river
My mind is taut like a bowstring
But, alas! I've emptied my quiver!
--LitheWalrus
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