When the tempterature hits near ninety nine And you sort of wish the sun did not shine, There is one thing to do that feels so fine. That is to float along the river named the Rhein. Tonight on a balcony in Basel is where I did dine, A pleasant meal accompanied with some wine, And you know that I really could not decline For even Jesus enjoyed the fruits of the vine. I still ponder about seeing a Mongolian shrine. At the butchershop I worked I would pump brine Into turkey breasts and the hocks from the swine. Sometimes sorting out life can be hard to define In the end I am just looking for a simple sign.
