Cranberry Soda

i have a craving to go raving
through the streets of your ghosttown
following you thusly & mostly
’round here & there & thar

i have an inkling to go sinking
singing & chanting & choochoochooing
dancing ’round the cathedral
of your sweet sweet self

& thisly & thusly
my thistlehead whistling
i will be for you

& yesly & mostly
i am for you
as if anyone else could do