A Power in the Atmosphere

There’s a power in the atmosphere
That drives away the clouds for fear
They’ll melt, or burn, or disappear.

Electrostatic syncopation –
All my demons on vacation –
Prods me as I stroll along
To sing the world a freedom song.

Ah la la la la la la la!
Ah tis fine to feel so holy
Watch the world go roly poly
Twitching, switching, zinging, swinging
To the rhythm of my singing.

Tail-wagging dogs advancing,
Freckled, smiling children dancing,
Ants are breaking ranks and prancing,
Round and square and helter-skelter,
Moles emerging from their shelter,
Trees upon their trunks are beating,
Bees in unison repeating
In strange tongues my song of greeting.

Ah la la la la la la la!
Ah tis fine to feel so holy
Watch the world go roly poly
Twitching, switching, zinging, swinging
To the rhythm of my singing.