on Boston Common this fine day

let me write of silly things
of music, math and pajamas
let me write of sexy things
like monkeys, bears and llama

if that will not be enough
and you'd rather sit in quiet
then let me mime you orange juice
and good things for your diet

on tuesdays, if they be at all,
we can rage and rage and dance
until the sun falls from the sky
we'll just prattfall preen and prance

what you let me, i will do
and what you won't I will too
what you say, I will scream
and when I lie, you be true