sometimes i see you sitting there
smiling secretly to yourself
and i wonder what’s so funny
like i wonder what colour your eyes actually are
i can’t look too closely — you might catch me
and ask ‘what are you doing, scamp?’
and i’d say ‘brownie, i hardly know, myself’ —
only i couldn’t say it so i’d mumble
that cheshire cat grabs my tongue so quickly
one day you’ll come see me sitting here
smiling secretly to myself
and you’ll wonder what’s so funny
but you cut all your curls off
so no one would mistake you for a misplaced provencal patriot
you’d ask me ‘what are you doing, scamp?’
and i’d say ‘brownie, you don’t have any freckles’
you’ll never believe me because my ballet dress
is an upside-down artichoke blossom
i’ll wave my cattail in the air mockingly
huck finn’s sarah with bare, muddy toes
i’m keeping secrets everyone knows
just imagine, brownie, the adventures you’ve never had
because you’ve never known a scamp quite like me
