When I am one with nature,
The rats in the cellar don't bother me.
Neither do the roaches in the sink.
The mosquito on my leg can suck all day till I'm aenemic
And the fly can perch right on my nose.
Even you, my love, could spit in my face
And a rhinoceros could impale me from behind
And it wouldn't matter
As long as I was completely bound to the spirit of nature
As I am now, listening to the cuckoo sing.
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