Ammæli

She belongs in the house over there
There home outside
Dig in dirt with your fingers
And the mouth, she is five years old
Threads worms onto strings
Keeps spiders in his pocket
Collects fly wings in a mug
Scrubs horseflies
And clamps them on a cable
Oh!
Oh!
Oh!
Oh!

She has one friend, he lives next door
They are listening to the weather
He knows how many freckles she has
She scratches his beard
She paints heavy books
And glues them together
She saw the big crumb
He swung down the sky
She touched him!
Oh!
Oh!
Oh!
Oh!

Today is my birthday
They smoke cigars
He wears a flower chain
And he sews a bird
In her panties
Oh!
Oh!
Oh!
Oh!

They smoke cigars
They lie in a bathtub
Today is her day
Tam, tam, tam-a-tam-a-tam