hello morning sun, its nice to swim with you again, my friend of friends, like fruit flies on a rippled mirror, appearing to be, forever to me, duck dive, waves crash, folding over liquid fingers down my spine, down my spine, hello morning sun, its nice to swim with you again, my friend of friends, no palm trees, just gentle brees, a placid scene of infant dreams where innocence, is given back to you, mr zogs between the toes, combed to grip, afloat must stay the nose, common sense, like prophets we walk on water below, contemplate the break to know, where ya going to,just where ya goin to, hello morning sun, its nice to swim with you again, my friend of friends, oooh, it feels so good to be inside of you, so blue, they wish you'd be, they condescend your tiny grins, of cardboard color rolling chins, that we love, that we love, you're the dirty third little brother, who's seldom ever given, enough attention