No. 98: The Duck, 2001

If by good fortune I had been struck
To reincarnate and be a duck

To shed this human husk so frail
So many things it did but fail

The air too high ,the fall too steep
The rivers cold and waters deep

The earth so wide , its gates erect
I lacked the courage to insurrect

But when the time comes ,I'll be dressed
As one that all the Gods have blessed

Brown 'n' purple robe with hood of green
That sails all weather clad with sheen

To roam bare foot accross all land
No longer just a labouring hand

And most of all that human dream adorn:
Say good bye! to all and be airborn

Oh what a privilege and good luck
To reconstitute and be a duck.

No. 99: Cigarette, 1983

When I kiss you and watch you fade
I confess you are the only lover I have made

You burn my heart and sooth my brain
As I light your fire again and again

They tell me you're no good for me
But I don't give a fart

I will be with you forever
Until death do us part

No. 100: The Fool, 1989

There once was a fool
Who fell from a stool

He remained on the floor
And he fell no more