Giant Wasp Running

I would walk 10 thousand miles to a firetruck with your name on it
I would walk across the polar ice cap where you left your footprints
I would walk among walruses and giant sandworms and lizards
Who had eyes that blazed with a scorn for the love-sick traveler
Because I am the man with the legs like skyscrapers
And the fingers like television antenne
And you can only stop me with a hand gernade taped to the side of a swinging chandelier
And yet

I remember you
I rеmember you
I remеmber you
I remember you

I went to the race track and I won 3 hundred dollars on a horse
Who was actually a giant red wasp
I spoke to the wasp after the race, after all the spectators had left
And I saw that she was crying

I dried the tears that fell from her eyes with a wool blanket
And I asked her why she was so sad
She turned her head
And explained the following:

"I am tired of running sir
I am tired of flying also
I would love to just do nothing
Except sit as still as an iron statue."

Well, I could not agree with
This lovely wasp
For the beauty of an insect
Rests in it's movement
It's flight
And the way it fades
Into the tall grass