Waltzing Matilda

I saunter in
Past the flamingo serving drinks,
I hover like a fly
And caper around the subject,
I caress the keys
With my slow-mo hands,
I devour the floor
Silk-footed and exuberant,
I lift the lid
And take it all,
Until I fall
I keep on going,

The man at the bar
Has the hands of God,
He’s so cheerfully dull
Like a head on a stick,
Points for the door
We have driven our ship,
Falling at the feet
Of the nicest girl I’ll ever meet,
I pray on the floor
For this thing I adore,
Falling in love every second song,
Waltzing Matilda,