Beating, beating of the drums,
Words prettier than mums,
Problems difficult like sums,
Music stickier than gums.

Take me, take along the road,
Put me, put in a joyful mode.
Let our car be like a hive,
Brighten up my boring life!

Let me feel my lazy muscles
Not to be like sprout from Brusseles
Which is eaten with a knife,
Otherwise I'm just a wife!

August 2011 Brooklyn