And I in my dinosaur-print blanket
and you in your po-jammas
while the gentleman down the road
wanders in a fleece-lined coat

The roads are clear and so
is the sky, with that moon so
nearly blinding me it’s
a wonder I can see straight

But straight in to bed I go
and fantastically. And beautifully.
I have no cause to hate my
home.

But all these things are wonder
ous and all of them are more
than what is base and stock and
that’s a pretty great thing,
too.

And all this fresh air is
perfect.