Does
anyone think it queer?
Does
anyone grasp
That
the thing we crave
Is
the very thing we fear?
We
eat our slice of cake
And
cut a piece to save.
But
the light of all those
Birthday
candles
Shows
where lies the grave.
We
lick our mound of ice cream.
We
lick until it melts.
With
every lick we may get sick
But
oh! how good that felt!
So
chase your little treasures
Until
you're out of breath.
Take
care that your last pleasure
Is
not the kiss of death.
