Oh, the Times You Will Have!

Oh the times you will have,
when the gringos sing soul songs.
And the shine box you hold,
falls to the floor.

Wild hounds will all see you,
when sardine cans are opened.
like feasts you will eat,
at the table of time.

A jig you will dance,
round the fires of freedom.
while childhood robots,
all bow at your feet.

The want ads they offer,
a peace everlasting.
like the legal advice,
written on your wall.

Them bones in your body,
are over exhausted.
as chimes on your front porch,
play Scarborough Fair.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scarborough_Fair