The Porpoise and the Hand Grenade

Patterns divergin'

Don't raise the flag

For the sake of a volleyball

Bitters and rag

But you'll never try

Never collide

When wanderin' the piece of the shakin' you try

There's the pattern of the marketplace

See the value of what you never had

There's the pattern in the target face

See the lick align when they flounder

There's a porpoise in the hand grenade

There's divergent ways that make me love you

There's an armature and enemas

There's a spangled life that you gin harden

Columns of acorn

hail from above

Shakin' the trees

Shakin' my love

But my happy Monday

See that it's Monday

my everything is all the heart that won't run

With all who are concerned about progress

It's a-never gonna get to me

Cause I'm broken and I know I'm wishin'

You're a gib and chain

You're a cadent chain

You're a cadent chain

You're a cadent jane