This grey dawn I look back at you
I cannot forget I saw you bloom
How could I keep the English cool
Lying awoke after a night of coo
So I daydream in a cocoon
Keeping the images of you as my loot
I am no artist, just a damn' coon
These line's not art, just cry from a coop
Just a petty howl at the moon
For I am one miserably helpless fool