On account of the Onslaught of the Beams eclipsed by tufts of white I propose We should go On a ride where my sight and smell go wild The park, the park, or the other park I am quite fond of the other park Go retrieve the leash I always nibble on Met with equal parts frustration and a sigh Of disarmament; I'm just so darn cute when I do it When will I find the friend who went in this spot first? When will I finally meet you? When will I have to go home? The edges of the day have smeared And I will wait here