if I could teach you how to fly
or bake an elderly pie
if I could turn sidewalks into stars
or play new song on an old guitar
or if I knew the way to heaven
the names of night, the taste of seven
and owned them all to keep or lend -
would you come and be my friend?
You cannot teach me how to fly
I love the berries, not the pie
the sidewalks are for walking on
and an old guitar has just one song
the names of night cannot be known
the way to heaven cannot be shown
you cannot keep, you cannot lend
but I still want you for a friend
~ Dennis Lee ~
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