I loved you all like you were mine
Like I birthed you from some greasy crevice on my underside
I hugged you when you were fresh in your new born goo
And tickled your slimy feet
Then I cleaned you with a towel and sat you in a satchel
And placed bug-eyed goggles on your faces
And magnifying glasses in your tiny hands
I slung you from my sling shot, sending you to different places
To get a closer look at foreign lands
So you could tell me what the Ukrainians do in their back yards
And if the ground in Syria looked like it was hard
When you flew over Siberia, did the wolves look harrier?
And did the fish near Newfoundland sleep half an hour earlier?
I slung you from my sling shot so that you could fly like the birdies fly
And peek through your looking glass so that you could spy
Like I spied
When I was a spy

INVIA LE CORREZIONI