(About my son not long after he was born)
Come outside our summer house, come in from the
raining
Underneath a canopy of stars
Tell us what the world is like in
your nocturnal garden
Planting flowers stolen from a vase
Tell us what
the world is like behind your eyes of blue
Tell us why you look a bit like
President Pompidou
Tell us your experience of universal travel
You came
out of nowhere into here
Tell us what the world is like, round and round
the corner
Planting flowers watered with a tear
Tell us what the world
was like as you fell through and through
Tell us why you look a bit like
President Pompidou
And when you come here, bring with you some nectar from
the garden
We can reminisce from dawn 'till noon
And if you go back
there from here, don’t forget to cry
Until you watery flowers reach
the moon
Tell us what the world is like, we haven't got a clue
Tell us
why you look a bit like President Pompidou