Pierre Rausch - Fig tree

MY BEST FRIEND LIES UNDER THE FIG TREE
HE HAS A FINE TIME AND HE ENJOYS IT
WHAT IS WRONG FROM START COULD BE
RIGHT IN THE END
UNDER THE TREE OF FIG MY BEST FRIEND
POETRY AS IT'S BEST IS MINE
WHAT IS RIGHT FROM THE END COULD BE
WRONG IN START
OUT THE KEY THE FIGURE OF THE RHYME
AND YOU REALLY PLANNED IT SMART
STREET-LIFE
YOU'RE TWENTY-ONE AND YOU JUMP DOWN
WHERE YOU SAT
UNDER THE TREE OF FIGS MY BEST FRIEND –
THE FIG TREE – THE FIG TREE

YOUNG FIGS GET REAPED, DRY FIGS PERTAIN
OUT THE FIGURE THE RHYME OF THAT KEY
OUR SERPENT AS SERPENT(INE) REMEDY
OUT THE RHYME THE KEY OF CONFIGURE
WOULD YOU COLLECT THE FIGMENT FIGURE
- STREETLIFE - YOU'RE TWENTY-ONE AND
YOU JUMP DOWN THE TREE, YOU JUMP WHERE
YOU SAT, AND YOU HIDE UNDER YOUR HACIENDA HAT
THE FIG TREE – THE FIG TREE

YOU'RE TWENTY-ONE AND YOU JUMP DOWN,
DOWN THE TREE, - STREETLIFE - YOU JUMP
WHERE YOU SAT, AND YOU HIDE UNDER
YOUR HACIENDA HAT
YOUNG FIGS GET REAPED, DRY FIGS PERTAIN
YOU HIDE UNDER YOUR HACIENDA HAT
MY BEST FRIEND SITS UNDER THE FIG TREE

Pierre Rausch

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