FAT GIANTS
These two fat birds,
These two Giants on a branch,
This pair of lovebirds sing
Of the green gardens of spring and
The happiness of sticks and twigs.
Happiness is within us,
Waiting to be awoken,
And while others might seem happy
And our shit might seem broken,
On our own we must stand
To revel in life’s pleasures:
Hard work and a job well done.
Happiness may fly away
Like those two fat birds
But Giants fly as well.